The Almighty Dominance

"Logan - your ego's getting too big. How about we settle this tonight, at your place?" a rough voice called from one of the governors.

Logan swung his head toward the speaker. "You old fool. I thought you were long gone. Last I heard, you only had the courage to hit a young woman."

"Man or woman — anyone with an ego that big needs a lesson," Samuel said, laugh dry as old wood.

"Little Logan — we've tangled a hundred times. You've never beaten me. But that pride of yours... looks like it's begging for a lesson."

Logan's face burned red, fury fighting to cover the crack of fear.

He carried the weight of a powerful army, his strength known across the states — yet Samuel was different.

Samuel was a legend, a man whose very name made soldiers uneasy. And deep down, Logan knew it.

Logan's warning came out low and clipped. "Stay out of things that don't concern you. You're too old to start trouble."

"Too old?" Samuel barked. "Old's never stopped me. Trouble keeps me alive."

"Jericho Kane was my oldest friend-now his daughter's getting bullied by a coward like you, and you expect me to watch? I'd love to walk up and slap that arrogance right off your face."

For a heartbeat, Logan's eyes went cold enough to kill. He wanted to strike, to end the old man's grin with his fist. He didn't.

He swallowed the urge and spat venom instead. "You old man-your coffin's practically parked outside. Mind your mouth."

Samuel smirked, amusement flickering in his eyes. "My mouth's mine. If yours needs a few knocks, I'll gladly oblige." He turned to the governors gathered nearby. "So what do you make of Bella's video?"

Governor José of Colombia unmuted his mic, his voice steady but sharp. "Bella's footage makes it clear-Kingston is butchering his own people and feeding the riots."

“The unrest is out of control. He came to us begging for help to put out the fire he lit, and now the blaze is devouring his whole state."

"I agree," Sophia said firmly. "As Governor of Paris, I won't stand by while Alfred accuses the king of harming his own citizens. There's no record-no precedent- of such brutality from a ruler here."

"In Paris, it's the Guise family exploiting and enslaving the people. And that, we cannot ignore."

Lyra leaned in, eyes sharp. "I believe what happened in Vancouver was Kingwell striking the Chicago Outfit — the criminals who crawled out of my state. And here's the funny part: that Outfit's been laundering money through Los Angeles."

"Alfred Kingston, your fortune exploded this year. Tell me did you cut a deal with them for cash?"

A few governors glanced at one another. Doubt had a way of spreading in a room full of power.

Samuel, Logan's old nemesis, watched with the calm patience of a predator. Around him, Logan's supporters sat powerless, their teeth pulled in this fight.

"What bullshit are you peddling?" Alfred snapped, face hard as flint. "I'm innocent."

"Sure, sure," Bella said, laughter like a knife. "You don't even have the guts to admit you poisoned my father."

Alfred's hand curled into a fist. "What kind of nonsense is that?"

Bella said nothing more. She hit play.

was sworn in as governor. A woman passed by, touched his arm a

then dropped to his knees, breath

the woman's face until it swallowed the frame. Everyone

Kelly Kingston.

heard you sent Kelly with a rare poison - one only Kingwell had access to —

said, voice flat. "You

and furious and,

be a

you've doctored that footage," Alfred accused, but his

without humor. "Maybe. Maybe not. The King already has the data. I've been told Kingwell will open an investigation. Consider this a

past flickered across his face - the years he spent inside

investigated, there would be nowhere left

the walls outside like a storm of

now!" the secretary screamed, voice raw. "They're at the gate.

meeting still glowing

wouldn't come

was already inside the ring. He didn't argue. He rose, face hard, and walked out of

down the service stair, boots slapping stone. At the back yard the private plane waited, silver and impatient

already pouring from the hedges; a group of rioters burst up from some shadow and opened

as bullets spat across the tarmac. Alfred ducked his head and

by a leather seat, small dog tucked under her arm like a talisman. Her

the pilot to move. Now," Alfred

sprinted forward. In a handful of seconds the

handful of desperate hands clawed at the wheel,

the night, leaving shouts and gunfire behind like

us, Alfred?" Jessica asked,

Alfred said, though his voice carried

she asked

lied to steady her, but his mouth tasted of

the pilot when

"Why?" Jessica demanded

take Los Angeles back. But if that fails,

question barely left

closed his eyes. The doctor's words from earlier came back, blunt

paralysis from

complicated," Alfred

us... she may never recover. Leaving her at the mansion

stopped. The words died

with everything they couldn't

truth: when the mob broke in with weapons, hunting every Kingston,

clawed his way up the hospital roof, breath burning, people chasing,

cried, stumbling to keep up

ragged. Charles

the stairwell, Jungs burning. The lower floors were a sea

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