The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

As Alex contemplated his next move, Josephine burst out of the kitchen, wielding a frying pan like a weapon, fury blazing in her eyes.

“I’ve had enough of this nonsense!” she shouted.

One of the thugs lunged at her, but with a swift, powerful swing, the frying pan connected with his face.

The sickening crunch of bone echoed as his nose shattered, sending him sprawling to the floor. Alex watched, a flicker of admiration in his eyes–Josephine was as fierce as ever.

She wasn’t delicate; she was a storm incarnate, and when she struck, the world felt her wrath. “Get her!” the fat man barked at the remaining two thugs.

Josephine’s eyes narrowed. “I cook alone, clean alone, do the laundry alone, wake up early, and come back late every night–all alone!”

She swung again, the pan smacking into another thug’s cheek with a resounding crack, knocking him down.

The last thug drew a small knife.

Before he could act, Alex casually tossed an ashtray across the room. It struck the thug’s hand, the knife clattering to the ground.

In the same instant, Josephine’s frying pan met his face, and he dropped like a stone.

All three thugs lay defeated, groaning on the greasy floor, too afraid to face the tempest that was Josephine.

“You, fat man!” she growled, pointing the frying pan at him.

“I quit! Open your own damn restaurant!”

The fat man, his bravado faltering as he glanced at his fallen goons, tried to sneer.

“Fine! See how easy it is to find another job. You’ll come crawling back!”

“Damn you,” she spat. “I’ll find work that pays better and treats me right, you bastard.”

She spun around, marching back into the kitchen to gather her belongings.

The fat man’s gaze shifted to Alex, eyes filled with venom. “You–this is all your fault! You turned her against me!”

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“Don’t start,” Alex sighed wearily.

“Damn you!” The fat man charged at Alex, but before he could lay a finger on him, he was already collapsing to the floor.

The remaining thugs exchanged terrified glances.

“Sleep,” Alex muttered.

One by one, they slumped unconscious beside their boss.

When Josephine emerged, a worn bag slung over her shoulder, Alex noticed her red, tear- streaked eyes.

“You really love this place,” he said softly, falling into step beside her as they left the diner.

“It holds a lot of memories,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Why is it so damn hard to find a place to belong?”

They walked together down the narrow, grimy streets.

Alex stole glances at her–her frail frame, clothes faded and stretched from years of wear, skin marked by the scars of hard labor.

She was like a candle in the wind–tired and flickering but refusing to go out.

“You’ve been through so much,” Alex thought, his heart heavy.

Josephine sniffed, then stopped abruptly. “Sorry I cost you your job.”

Alex shrugged. “He didn’t seem keen on hiring me anyway. If anything, I made you lose yours.

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She scoffed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “I was done with his attitude. So, where are you headed?”

“I’m not sure,” Alex admitted. “Just got out of the military. Got some savings… Think you could help me find a place?”

She looked him over, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

“You look like you could afford better, but I have a place. It’s old and cramped, but if you don’t mind, you can rent it cheap.”

“Sounds perfect,” Alex replied. “I’ve slept in worse places. As long as it’s affordable, I’m in.” “Ten bucks a day.”

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“Deal.”

She sighed, glancing back toward the diner. “Before I show you the place, could you help me pick up some things for my family?”

“Of course.

They headed toward the bustling market.

Vendors shouted their wares, the air thick with the scent of spices and fresh produce.

An old woman called out, “Jo! Stocking up on cheap ingredients again? Your boss still trying to run a restaurant on scraps?”

“Not anymore,” Josephine called back, a spark returning to her eyes. “I quit!”

“Good for you!” the old woman cackled. “Come work for me. Can’t pay you, but you’ll eat well.

“Tempting,” Josephine laughed. “I’ll look for a job first, but I’ll help you out when I can.”

As they weaved through the market, people greeted Josephine warmly. She belonged here; these people were her community.

She glanced down at the crumpled bills in her hand-$550.

“You should have taken the $300 he owed you from the register,” Alex said quietly. “He still owes you a thousand.”