The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

“Stay here,” Alex instructed the children firmly, rushing into the house without hesitation.

Inside, two men stood menacingly: one aimed a gun directly at Josephine, while the other struggled to rise from the floor–a clear sign that Josephine had already put up a fight.

An elderly woman sat silently in her wheelchair, her eyes filled with both fear and defiance.

“Drop that stick,” the gunman barked at Josephine.

“This time, I won’t miss. I’ll shoot you!”

Josephine stood her ground in front of the old woman, her arm bleeding from a grazed bullet wound.

“We’re not selling the land,” she declared fiercely. “Go back and tell your boss he can go straight to hell!”

The man fired a warning shot at the floor near her feet, causing splinters to fly.

“Looks like you don’t understand who you’re dealing with,” he sneered.

The other man, clutching his injured leg, glared at her as he staggered upright.

“You little bitch,” he hissed.

“You dare to fight back? Take off your clothes. Sign the papers to sell the land, or I’ll kill the old woman and make you wish you were dead.”

His gaze roamed over her with a lecherous glint; despite her simple attire, Josephine’s beauty was unmistakable.

“I wouldn’t advise that,” Alex’s voice cut through the tension as he stepped into the room.

“Who the hell are you?” the gunman asked.

This was supposed to be an easy job–an old woman, some kids, and a young woman who wouldn’t resist.

He never expected this to be so difficult and time–consuming; his boss was already rethinking his capabilities.

“Take one more step, and I’ll shoot,” the man warned, aiming his weapon at Alex.

Unfazed, Alex continued to advance.

Before the gunman could react, Alex swiftly disarmed him, twisting the gun out of his grasp.

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“When you threaten to shoot someone, you should know what it’s like to be on the other end.”

Alex turned the gun on the man and fired into his thigh.

The man cried out, collapsing as blood seeped through his pants.

“I aimed for the flesh–you’ll live,” Alex stated flatly.

“Now kneel and apologize, or the next one’s going in your head.”

Panic flashed across the man’s face. “You… you wouldn’t dare…”

Without a word, Alex shot him in the other leg.

The man screamed, pain and fear overtaking him.

“Stop wasting time,” Alex commanded. “Say you’re sorry.‘

Whimpering, the man dropped to his knees.

His partner, seeing the resolve in Alex’s eyes, quickly followed suit, bowing his head in submission. “We are truly sorry.”

Josephine’s face was pale, her eyes wide with concern.

“Alex, these men are with the mafia. You need to leave. They’ll come after you.”

Alex glanced down at the wounded men.

“Are you going to come back and harass them?”

“We… we won’t,” the man stammered.

Alex gave a curt nod. “Good, I don’t buy it. Take me to your boss.”

He grabbed one of them by the collar, lifting him slightly. “Let’s go.”

“Alex, what are you doing?” Josephine exclaimed, grabbing his arm. “These are dangerous people. You can’t just confront them!”

He looked into her worried eyes. “I injured their men; it’s only right I meet their leader.”

“They belong to the Black Snake gang,” she insisted urgently. “They’re one of the biggest mafia

groups around since the Walker syndicate fell!”

Alex offered a reassuring smile. “Trust me. I have stood on fields where bullets fell like rain. Their threats are nothing but empty words to me.”

“Please, promise me you’ll be safe,” Josephine pleaded.

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“I promise,” he said gently, before leading the two men outside.

They climbed into the mafia’s black SUV. As they drove, Alex glanced at the men.

“Take me to your boss.”

They exchanged uneasy looks but complied, secretly hoping their gang’s headquarters would be the end of this idiot.

Alex took a first–aid kit from the dashboard and tossed it into the back seat. “Tend to your wounds.”

The injured man glared but begrudgingly began to bandage his legs.

“You,” Alex addressed the driver coolly, “why does your boss want their land so badly?”

The driver smirked, confident that Alex’s fate was sealed.

“Big redevelopment plans in the Vancouver slums. Some part of the land used to be an orphanage. Our boss wants to buy it cheap and flip it to developers for a huge profit.”

Alex’s jaw tightened; it was his plan.

“So you’ve been strong–arming others out of their homes?”

“Yeah,” the driver admitted smugly. “We’ve scooped up lots of properties, selling them for twenty, fifty times what we paid. Easy money.”