The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Four black vans thundered onto the street like a posse riding in at high noon.

They skidded to a stop, pinning Jasmine’s limousine from the front and rear.

About twenty men poured out, each one armed to the teeth and hiding behind masks.

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Their leader–burly, tatted up, and mean as a rattlesnake–stepped right up to the window, pounding on the glass with his fist.

“Both of you get out, or we’ll blow this tin can to pieces!” He snarled.

Inside the limo, Jasmine’s face went pale. The driver looked just as rattled.

“Driver,” came Alex’s calm voice.

“Y–yes?” the driver stammered, too stunned to keep his voice steady.

“I hear this car’s sound system can rattle bones. Mind turnin‘ it up to full blast?” Alex leaned back, eyes half- lidded like he hadn’t a care in the world.

The driver blinked. “What?”

‘Is this fella crazy?‘ he thought. ‘Bullets are spraying outside, and he wants music?‘

“Classical, if you’ve got it,” Alex added, letting his eyes fall closed.

Jasmine watched him, her own fear momentarily replaced by curiosity.

Then she looked at the driver, speaking softly but with iron in her tone. “Well? You heard the man. Play it.”

Outside, gunfire echoed like a hailstorm on a tin roof.

The driver’s heart clanged in his chest like a broken bell.

‘First the crazy man, now Miss Jasmine? They both lost it, or what?‘

But something in his gut told him to follow orders.

Swallowing hard, he reached for the stereo.

The speakers roared to life, pouring out a grand symphony, each note sweeping through the cabin like a warm wind across the plains.

His fingers trembled, turning the volume to the max.

He shot a glance in the rearview mirror.

Alex sat there with a lazy smile, soaking in the melody.

Jasmine smiled, resting her head on his shoulder as her eyes gently closed.

With Alex, she felt an overwhelming sense of peace, safety, and belonging.

‘Courage isn’t about not being scared; it’s about seeing something else as more important thàn fear,‘ the driver reminded himself.

Despite the bullets pinging off the armored plating, he found himself relaxing ever so slightly.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and muttered, “If I’m goin‘ down, might as well do it in style.”

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Chapter 114

Closing his eyes, he whispered a final curse at fate.

Outside, the masked gunmen paused, uncertain.

The limo they meant to pepper with bullets was blasting orchestral music like it was a private concert.

One of the hitmen lowered his weapon, flustered.

Another spat on the ground. “What in tarnation…?”

Their leader bared his teeth in a cruel grin.

“They’re beggin‘ for an early grave.” He raised his voice.

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“Keep at it! Bust open that car! Afterward, you can have your fun with the woman before we finish her off.”

A sick chuckle came from somewhere in the group. “And the man? Can I enjoy him too?”

The leader shrugged. “Hell if I care. Just do what you’re paid for!”

Suddenly, the tension shattered.

One of the masked men spun around and drew his gun–painting it dead at the leader’s head.

“What the hell’s gotten into you?” the leader roared, eyes narrowed.

The would–be gunman was shaking, sweat pouring down his temples. His finger twitched like he had no control.

Inside, Alex’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.

‘Ordinary folks are no more than puppets once the strings are in the right hands.‘

The shot came fast.

The leader’s head jerked back, blood spraying onto the pavement in a gruesome arc.

He toppled with a thud, eyes vacant.

“What… what are you doing?!” one of the others cried, terror in his voice.

Before anyone could blink, another mercenary turned his weapon on the man beside him, squeezed the trigger, and dropped him cold.

The gunfire ceased as if the world itself had gone mute.

They stood there–blood on the ground, confusion in the air.

“What…” One of them opened his mouth, trying to speak, and another bullet cut him off forever.

The unspoken rule was clear: whoever spoke… died.

A bold one among them hefted his machine gun, aiming for the limousine.

But the fellow next to him spun, barrel pressed against his skull, hands trembling like a stallion that wouldn’t be tamed.

“No-“the gunman whispered, his eyes pleading.

The other man’s face twisted in horror, as though silently apologizing: ‘I can’t help it.”