The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225

Alex leaned back in his chair, casually stretching his arms as though bored by the whole ordeal.

“Next,” he drawled, voice flat. He shot a cold glance across the room.

“You, brown hair in the black suit. Get over here.”

The man in the black suit stepped forward, trembling so hard it looked like his legs might give out.

He risked a quick, apologetic glance at Bella.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he muttered. Then, in a jittery burst of courage or desperation, he raised his arm and slapped her.

The crack of flesh echoed in the silence.

Bella flinched, blood trickling at the corner of her mouth.

Alex gave a dismissive yawn.

“Move it along, people. Don’t make me do it for you.” He cocked his pistol and spun the barrel for emphasis.

“From here on out, if anyone’s slow to follow orders-” he tilted his head to the side, eyes flashing menace.

-I won’t waste my time with warnings. I’ll just shoot.”

A hush fell over the crowd.

One by one, people inched forward, some grimacing with regret, others almost too eager, as though seizing the chance to vent their personal grudges to Bella.

Bella took every hit with a ragged gasp, her cheek swelling into a purple mess.

She had already lost three teeth, and the blood ran freely down her chin.

It was difficult to tell which blow hurt worse–physical or psychological.

At last, Bella snarled through split lips, clinging to the last shreds of her pride.

“You miserable bastards! Do you have any idea who I am?” she screamed, her voice trembling with fury and pain.

“My father is Jericho Kane! If you don’t want to end up buried in a ditch-”

Her words broke into a sob, tears of rage streaking down her face.

“You should be on your knees begging!” she shrieked. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be slapping all of you! Know your damn place! Maggots!”

Alex leveled his gun at a nearby man who seemed hesitant.

He fired off a shot, deliberately missing by only a hair.

“Scared of her daddy?” Alex sneered.

“How about I send you straight to the King of Hell instead?”

“Or… you can slap her, walk out of here alive, and pretend this nightmare never happened. Your choice. But I won’t say it again.”

The man, panicked, reared back his hand and struck Bella hard across the jaw.

She coughed up blood, head spinning so violently she nearly collapsed.

Alex watched her with a cold, amused smirk.

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“Spare us the name–dropping,” he said, voice sharp as a blade.

“If your father were here, he’d be on his knees right next to you, taking the same damn slaps. Man can’t even control his own spawn–what a pathetic excuse for a father. Total failure. Just like his daughter,”

A loud, furious voice boomed from behind the crowd.

“That’s enough!” Heads turned to see Henry storm forward. The moment Henry laid eyes on Bella, battered beyond recognition, his face twisted with fury.

Bella’s eyes flared with desperate hope. “Henry! Thank God! Help me!” she begged, stumbling toward him.

Henry gave a curt nod.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Kane. With me around, this punk won’t lay another finger on you.”

He turned and realized who stood in front of him.

“You,” he spat. “I’ve been looking for you all over the city.”

Bella’s battered features flicked from fear to confusion. “Henry, you know this guy?”

Henry didn’t break eye contact with Alex, rage rolling off him in waves. “This is the piece of trash who punched me a few days back. I swore I’d teach him a lesson.”

“Hitting someone from Chicago Lord… Sure you have a death wish” she hissed at Alex.

“You’re dead! Not just you—your whole pathetic bloodline! I’ll hunt down every last one of them and make them beg for death before I’m done! You think you’re tough?”

“These people are elite fighters from the Chicago Lord! You’re nothing but street trash to them! They’ll snap your bones one by one–and when they’re done, I’ll finish the job myself!”

She forced herself to stand, wobbling on weak legs, her face a grotesque mask of rage and blood.

“Chicago Lord?” someone whispered, eyes wide.

The room tensed. The name hit like a bolt of lightning. Everyone knew it.

The Chicago Lord weren’t just gangsters–they owned the city. They were a shadow empire.

One of their enforcers could wipe out a room alone.

“Holy shit… they’re really here?”

“Looks like that guy’s screwed.”

“Please,” one man muttered, trembling, “help us get out of here alive…”

The room buzzed with whispers.

Most of the guests just wanted to get out.

“Jerk,” Henry drawled, his voice dripping with disdain, “if I were you, I’d drop to my knees right now and beg. Maybe–just maybe I’ll let you leave here breathing.”

But Alex just raised an eyebrow.

“So what if you’re with Chicago Lord? No one stops me from doing what I want.”

Henry’s face twisted in fury.

“You punk!” he snapped, nearly spitting the words.

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“If I hadn’t gone easy on you before, you’d be lying in a hospital bed right now. You really think you can disrespect me and walk away?”

With a grandiose wave of his hand, Henry turned to his chief guard a muscle–bound woman named Barbie–her broad

shoulders and height made her look more like a trained soldier.

“Barbie, take him down. Show him what happens when you disrespect the Chicago Lord.”

Barbie’s stare was ice–cold as she squared her stance, but before she could make a move, Henry jerked his chin at three additional guards standing behind her.

“All of you, help Barbie snuff this brat out. Do not hold back.”