The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 425

The shot tore through Alfred's shoulder. He folded, a raw sound ripping from his chest.

Jessica's scream tore through the air, raw and panicked, her eyes locked on her husband as crimson spread across his shirt like wildfire.

"How dare you shoot him? He's Jasmine Kingston's father-Governor of Los Angeles."

The guard's lip curled. He fired again into Alfred's other shoulder without hesitation. "Tell me I don't have the nerve," he said.

"Say it, and I'll keep firing until he's dead. The only reason I haven't killed you both is because you're a governor's family," he added coldly. "Otherwise you'd already be dead."

Jessica's face went white with fury and shame.

"How dare you!" she spat, lunging at the guard with flailing arms.

The guard didn't hesitate. He fired into Jessica's arms and both thighs. She collapsed, limbs useless, a scream tearing from her throat.

"I told you don't move."

"You shot a woman?" Alfred gasped through the intake of pain.

"What? Not agree? Then I'll shoot a man," the guard said, and emptied his pistol into Alfred's arms and both knees.

"I heard you order your general to move the troops and shoot innocent people - you should feel that pain too."

Alfred moaned, pain ripping through him as he crumpled to the floor.

"You'll die for this!" he roared, voice raw and broken. "I'm the governor-Los Angeles, Vancouver-who the hell do you think you are? You'll answer for this. Mark my words: your whole family will die!"

The guard stepped close, calm as a judge. He intoned, almost chanting, "Only to the True Source do I bow. I fear neither gods nor demons."

He slapped Alfred hard across the face.

The crack of the blow snapped something awake inside Alfred—an oath remembered from his first Kingswell initiation.

"You-" Alfred stammered, raw panic blooming. "You're with the Kingswell."

The guard drove a fist into Alfred's nose. Bone splintered; blood poured down his

lip.

"The king sends a message," the guard hissed.

"How dare you strike Jasmine until her throat nearly broke. If you kill her, the Kingston line-three generations up and down-will be erased."

"You and your family only live because Jasmine lives," he said, hammering Alfred's face again.

"Who do you think you are, acting like this? If the king wants you gone, you and Logan can be killed at any moment. You're not mighty. You're nothing."

The guard's slap cracked like a board. Alfred's front teeth shattered and rained down across his bleeding lip.

"Next time, you ungrateful bastard," the guard spat, pressing his boot into Alfred's face.

"Learn gratitude. Keep that arrogant face hidden. And if anything happens to Jessica again, you won't live to regret it—you'll be dead."

Alfred was a wreck of pain and disbelief.

from the blows. Ambition and defiance-every plan to defy the king-drowned under the roar of

breath,

reach swallowed governors and courts alike. He could erase Alfred and Logan

as

if you want to

boot smashed Alfred's face into the dirt with a force that could have crushed his

world narrow-breath shallow, pain flaring—and knew if he didn't act now, he'd

I'm sorry," Alfred croaked at

hospital. The king has warned; let this be their final lesson. If they don't

watching not far off, felt the ground

a place for them either. He had watched his father fall—watched

comes, it comes like

had to disappear before the search for the

the states, Keaton Knight dropped to one knee before Alex, his face set

apologize for my daughter's actions. My line has served the Majestic for generations.

Alex said. "Kelly is like a sister to me. She's free to act, and I won't hold

you, young master," Keaton answered, relief

countries are digging for answers. I need someone I trust to hold

will is my command," Keaton said,

take Los Angeles," Alex ordered. "Raise it. Keep the peace. I'll move

Keaton bowed low.

squared, and

the darkness toward Vancouver, back

belongs to s

landed bit far away outside the clinic, his boots crunching

gravel.

truly meant to leave the country, to step

had to watch over it

Keaton the strongest in the land after him-his country could stand firma unshaken, and

belongs to s

time to think of children-an

was gone.

found his mother and father, he wanted to face them with pride, knowing their

all the women he'd known, only

joyful, and radiant even in the darkest hours. She had been his light when he felt

make a good wife, a kind

the people of this country, she was the

palm, eyes steady With this, propose to Josephine-make her my wife, the

believed happiness could be waiting just beyond

reached the

was already there, sitting on the chair out front. The moment she

her face lit

is bright as

you been? I've been waiting

sparkling.

reaching out to

hands touched, he felt it—something stronger

itself between

tell you," they both blurted

surprised, staring at