The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 189

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Chapter 189

Chapter 189

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Heads whipped around at the sudden commotion to reveal tall man swaggering into the bar like he owned every “inch of it.

A ragged scar cut across his cheek, and a half–smoked cigar jutted from the corner of his mouth.

He had one arm draped possessively around a voluptuous brunette, while the other hand hovered near his hip- exactly where a holstered pistol might be.

The crowd in Paradiso parted like they were avoiding a contagious plague.

Even Charles felt a spike of dread sink into his gut.

“Big Bro, you made it!” The young man in white hurried over, relief etched on his face.

“Got ourselves a little situation here. These jackasses want you–of all people–to kneel and apologize.” He practically spat the last word.

Viper gave Charles a flat, indifferent stare. “So you’re the genius demanding I apologize, huh?”

Charles, never one to swallow his pride, jutted his chin defiantly. “Your goons messed with one of my men. Don’t you think you owe him a little regret–and compensation?”

Viper raised an eyebrow, then without a flicker of warning, slammed the back of his hand across Charles’s face.

The impact echoed sharply, and everyone in the bar froze.

Charles stumbled, pressing trembling fingers to his burning cheek.

“You… you hit me?” His voice quivered with a mix of rage and disbelief.

“Damn right I did,” Viper growled, flexing his knuckles.

“You prance in here with your chin held high, trying to throw your weight around on my turf. Then you want an apology? You must be suicidal, kid. I don’t care if you’re the spawn of royalty–no one storms my place and demands I bow down.”

Charles spat a thin line of blood onto the floor, eyes brimming with hate. “You’re messing with the Kingston name. Do you have any clue who I am?”

“Yeah, I know exactly who you are,” Viper sneered.

“A fallen Prince, some has–been kicked out from a family. Your sister might still pack some punch, but you?” He let out a cruel laugh.

“You’re just a leftover. A cheap leftover. And right now, I’m deciding if I should tear you to pieces or let you c away.”

“You’ll regret this,” Charles snarled, though his voice wavered.

Viper’s hand shot out like lightning, clamping around Charles’s throat.

“The only one who’ll have regrets here is you, hotshot. I could snap your neck right now and pin it on any of my men. But let’s say I’m in a generous mood.”

He loosened his grip and flung Charles into a corner booth, sending splintered wood and shattered glass flying as bottles toppled and crashed onto the floor.

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Chapter 189

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He didn’t owe Charles an apology, but lie had no interest in making an unnecessary enemy out of him either.

Elorence and Jack watched in horror. The last shred of arrogance drained from their faces–especially when Viper ““said:

“You see, I’m not just some random thug with a big mouth I’m bankrolled by Sir Raymond—one of Chicago State’s top power players. Ever heard that name, genius?”

Charles’s face turned ashen.

Vancouver had been in termoil since the civil war erupted between Charles and Jasmine.

Meanwhile, other states had already begun secretly plotting to divide their territories.

It wasn’t just Jericho Kane, the king of Vermont, making moves–Chicago’s union was also eyeing a piece of the Vancouver pie.

“The wolf on the hill is never as hungry as the wolf climbing the hill.‘

Now, they found themselves staring down a ruthless gangster with deep connections.

Humiliation burned through Charles.

He had paid the woman to stir up trouble for Jack, hoping to swoop in as the hero–but he had forgotten one crucial fact. His power was already slipping.

His plan had failed spectacularly, leaving him with nothing but a stinging slap to show for it.

Meanwhile, the color drained from Florence’s and Jack’s cheeks.

They’d banked on the Kingston name stopping any trouble.

But if even Charles was getting slapped around like a nobody, what chance did they have?

Viper took a long drag of his cigar, exhaling smoke in lazy circles. “Alright, enough with the foreplay. Which one of you morons picked a fight in my bar?”

Jack felt his knees go wobbly. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

He’d heard the horror stories: Viper’s men cutting off limbs as casually as trimming weeds, dumping bodies in the river. His nightmares were coming true.

Sophia, pulse hammering in her ears, thrust herself forward.

“Mister Viper, please. My brother is just… an idiot. He doesn’t think before he acts. We’ll pay for damages- double, triple–anything! Just please, let’s not escalate this ”

“Double? Triple?” Viper snarled.

“You think I need your damn pity cash? If word gets out that a bunch of clueless punks waltzed into my bar and left without consequence, I’ll be a laughingstock by sunrise Time to set an example.”

He flicked his hand, and six of his hulking henchmen moved in, machetes glinting under the neon lights.

The sudden reflection of steel sent a chill through every onlooker. “Boys, chop off some hands. Show these fools how we handle disrespect.”