The Almighty Dominance

Alex could've killed the thugs without breaking a sweat, but he wasn't here for them.

He needed Mike, and there were still things he didn't know. So instead of rising to the bait, he sat down on the floor, legs stretched out, calm as stone.

The thugs glanced his way, sizing him up, then dismissed him.

Their attention turned to Mike's other companions-bodyguards, clients, whoever they were.

Seven of them were forced to their knees. Alex stayed in the corner, silent, watching.

The old man shifted his gaze to Mike, his lips curling into a cruel grin.

"Hey, punk. Weren't you acting real arrogant just now? Stealing my woman? Threatening to break my arms?"

He tossed his baton to the floor in front of Mike. "Well, here's your chance. Do it. Break my arm."

Mike forced a weak smile. "That was a misunderstanding. She caught my eye for a second and I forgot who she was with. I was stupid."

"How about this—I'll cover all your expenses here tonight as an apology."

"Fuck you." The man's hand cracked across Mike's face.

"You think I pay for anything in this club? I eat, drink, and take whatever I want. You think I'm some cheap bastard you can buy off? I'd rather cut one of your arms."

Mike winced, still kneeling. "Please, I need my arms for work. How about a new car? I just bought the latest model. It's outside. I'll give it to you."

Leo drove his boot into Mike's face. "Who the hell do you think I am? Everyone knows my son-Lord Moretti. I don't need your hand-me-down car. I can walk into any dealership and take what I want. Your arms still look perfect to me."

Desperation broke Mike. He slammed his forehead against the floor and clutched at Leo's feet. “Please, don't take my hands!"

"Pathetic." Leo spat, slapping him again. "Get me the machete. Tonight, I'm taking an arm home."

One of the thugs handed Leo a machete. Leo gripped it, raised it high, and swung down with savage force.

The machete hissed through the air-then stopped dead. A single hand gripped the steel, holding it still. No matter how Leo strained, it wouldn't move an inch.

"That's enough," Alex said. His voice was low, commanding.

Leo's face twisted in shock. "How dare you stop me!"

"I don't care if you kill the rest," Alex said coldly. "But you don't touch Mike. I still need him."

Leo narrowed his eyes. "And what if I decide I want him dead?"

"Then don't blame me for breaking you."

Leo let out a harsh, mocking laugh. "Break me? Don't make me laugh. Look around you, punk-twenty of my men, armed and ready. You touch me, and they'll carve you into pieces right here on the floor."

Alex sneered. "Touch you, you say?"

Before anyone could blink, his hand shot out. A deafening crack echoed through the club as his palm slammed across Leo's face, snapping his head sideways.

"I just touched you," Alex said coldly. "So what?"

room went silent. Not a breath, not a whisper-only the stunned stillness of men who couldn't

his cheek, eyes wide in disbelief. Never in his life had anyone dared lay a hand on him. Shock and humiliation burned in his

gangsters stood frozen, eyes wide with

like it-Lord Moretti, the feared leader of the Ouroboros Gang, a name whispered in fear

on drugs, guns, and bloodshed, who

father had been slapped like some common

hell could he hit Lord Moretti's father? Is

Moretti's father means offending the Lord Moretti and the

doesn't even know

the nightclub turned to Alex, expecting to watch

swollen. Blood dripped from his lips as two teeth clattered onto the floor. His voice

you hit

already warn you? If you touched Mike, I'd beat you down. Why the hell

"What are you idiots waiting

"Let's go!"

wave of thugs surged forward, machetes and iron

scraped back, glasses shattered, and panicked patrons scattered toward

even worse-then the DJ, half-drunk and grinning, actually cranked up the music, turning the fight into

the sidelines, screaming for blood. Others laughed like it was the best entertainment

rushed Alex in a frenzy. Instead of retreating, he walked into them -calm, steady,

every strike precise

brutal throws cut

Batons flew. Men

the club's hired security-lay groaning on the floor. Limbs bent at wrong

The crowd fell silent.

"What the...?" Someone whispered.

elme

stared wide at Alex, speechless. He had fought them barehanded.

a man muttered. "Is

young women broke the

boy could fight like

he can fight? God, I wish he

handsome! Show

the stunned crowd, cheering Alex like a

backward, his face pale

And Alex had torn through them like they

Leo stammered,

eyes stayed cold, his voice steady. "It doesn't matter who I am. I'm taking Mike with me.

not think too highly of yourself!" Leo shouted, blood and spit flying from his swollen

is Lord Moretti of

You lay a hand

me,

already made yourself

called him-he's on his

right now!"

his eyes, Leo's confidence crept back when he remembered his son's

didn't waste a second. His hand cracked

"Arrogant, aren't you?" Slap.