The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 301

Alex sat cross-legged in the dark silence, eyes shut tight, chasing calm.

The piercing shriek of his phone shattered the stillness.

He glanced over reluctantly, recognizing Sophia’s number flashing insistently on the screen.

His stomach twisted; every conversation they'd had lately ended in bitter arguments. He decided to ignore it, letting the incessant ring echo through the room.

But the phone wouldn't stop, vibrating angrily for five relentless minutes.

With an aggravated sigh, he picked it up.

“What the hell took you so long, asshole?” barked a voice clearly not Sophia’s—a rough, hostile voice dripping venom.

Alex’s brow furrowed. "Who the hell is this?"

"Your worst goddamn nightmare," growled the stranger.

"Listen carefully. You’ve got something valuable—an ingredient for the elixir. Hand it over, or Sophia’s going to have the worst night of her life."

"Charles?" Alex questioned, voice edged with suspicion, though the unfamiliar growl threw him off.

"I don’t know any Charles," snapped the caller impatiently. "Give me what I want, or she’s dead. Simple as that."

"Fine," Alex said coldly. "Where do you want the exchange?"

"I'll send you the coordinates. Screw this up, and she pays the price." The call disconnected abruptly.

Without another word, Alex grabbed his keys and stormed from the clinic to his car, heart pounding fiercely in his chest.

Whoever waited at the rendezvous point would pay dearly.

Meanwhile, sprawled limply on the hotel bed, Sophia fought to regain consciousness, her limbs like lead and head spinning painfully.

Charles loomed over her, eyes glinting with cruel delight as he admired her helpless beauty.

"I have to say, Sophia, you’re something special," Charles sneered, his voice thick with twisted admiration.

"I’ve tasted plenty, but none as delicious as you. You wasted your time with Alex—that weakling could never appreciate you. But after tonight, you’ll belong to me completely."

His hands reached for his shirt buttons eagerly but paused midway.

An idea flashed wickedly across his eyes as he drew his phone, aiming it at Sophia’s vulnerable form. "Almost forgot—I have to save this special moment."

Greed sparked in his mind, fueling darker ambitions. Sophia had money—he'd lost plenty.

Blackmail could prove profitable, especially when leverage came packaged so beautifully.

His smile deepened to a leer as his fingers danced along the edges of Sophia’s blouse, undoing buttons methodically, slowly, savoring each reveal.

Across town, Alex raced beneath shadowed streetlights toward the coordinates he'd been given.

Parking under a bleak bridge, he stepped into the gloom just as one cocky youth emerged, arrogance etched on his faces.

"Hand it over," one demanded sharply.

Alex smirked darkly, pulling out an orange. "This is your precious item."

"You kidding me?" the punk scoffed, confusion creasing his arrogant expression.

"No joke," Alex insisted firmly. "This is exactly what you asked for."

With a baffled grunt, the young thug shrugged. "Whatever, man. You give me that, I give you this phone."

Alex recognized Sophia's phone instantly.

With lightning speed, his hand shot out, gripping the punk's throat tight enough to choke off his breath.

"Tell me where Sophia is right now."

Panicked, the youth fumbled desperately for a knife, stabbing ineffectually at Alex’s steel-like grip, panic blossoming rapidly into terror.

Alex tightened his grasp further, menace dripping from his voice.

"Talk now, or I swear you’ll never breathe again."

"Please—God—I don’t know!" The kid gasped, dropping the knife.

"I swear, it's just a gig! Someone hired me online!"

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