The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 320

Ten minutes earlier, Four and her crew lay hidden within the thick jungle foliage, eyes trained on a secluded villa deep in the shadows.

Armored guards paced the grounds, their movements tense and vigilant.

"This place was always deserted," Four whispered sharply.

"Looks like Hugh Jones has finally decided to use it. Jasmine might be in there too."

She signaled briskly with her hand, and two team members swiftly vanished into the dense brush.

Minutes later, one returned, dragging a frightened captive along by the collar.

"Speak up!" Four demanded, eyes blazing with intensity

"Is Hugh Jones inside? What about Jasmine Kingston?"

The captive trembled, his voice barely a rasp. "Hugh’s there… with a woman."

"How many inside?" she pressed.

"About twenty-five," the man stammered, panic evident in his face.

Another team member stepped closer. "I counted roughly ten outside. Probably fifteen more inside."

Four grinned, sharp and fearless. “There’s ten of us. Each one can handle four of them—this’ll be quick. We go in, take out Hugh Jones if we have to, rescue the governor, and get out.”

Her team nodded, a few glancing at Alex.

“Don’t worry about him.” She nodded toward Alex. “He’s practically a ghost.”

Alex raised a cautious hand, trying to convey the severity of the enemy’s threat, but Four silenced him sharply.

"Remember the three monkeys? That’s you—see nothing, hear nothing, say nothing. Got it, monkey?"

Alex shrugged quietly, backing down.

Four flashed a triumphant smirk.

She was determined to prove the strength and superiority of Chicago’s finest, and with a decisive wave, she led her team into the assault.

Two guards stood near the gate, engrossed in casual conversation. Suddenly, one guard froze mid-sentence.

"Bruce? Hey, Bruce, you hearing me?" The second guard nudged his friend's shoulder.

Bruce’s body tilted lifelessly, collapsing onto the jungle floor like a felled tree.

"Jesus Christ!" The second guard recoiled in shock, stumbling backward, eyes wide. "He’s dead—he’s fucking dead!"

He barely finished his sentence before a soft whistle pierced the air, a silenced bullet striking him neatly between the eyes.

He crumpled silently, his final expression a mask of horrified surprise.

"Ambush! We’re under attack!" The cries of alarm rang out, fighters drawing weapons and scanning the dense foliage wildly.

"Come out and fight, you cowards!"

Four emerged confidently, stepping forward alone into their view. Her presence was electrifying, daring the enemy to engage.

"Get her!" the enemy roared, charging forward furiously.

But in an instant, Four’s elite squad exploded from the shadows behind her, knives gleaming in one hand, pistols blazing in the other.

Though outnumbered, their movements were precise, deadly, unstoppable.

They crashed through Hugh Jones’s forces with ruthless efficiency.

These weren’t ordinary fighters; they were Kingswell’s elite, handpicked from the harshest trials, soldiers born to clear obstacles and eliminate threats.

Four watched proudly, her voice echoing coldly, "You see that, Alex? This is what Chicago’s best look like."

She shot Alex an icy glance. "Stay put. I don’t need your interference messing things up. Got it?"

Alex remained composed but firm. "They have elite fighters inside. Your team might not survive—"

Four scoffed, cutting him off sharply. "Don’t fool yourself, Vancouver monkey. You're nothing compared to us. Just stay out of my way, or you’ll regret it."

With that final cutting remark, she stormed into the fray, determined and fearless, leaving Alex behind in the chilling shadows.

***

But the bald attacker weaved effortlessly, bullets slicing through empty air.

With desperate fury, she tossed the empty weapon aside and drew her twin blades, lunging viciously.

Yet, at the moment of impact, he vanished completely.

“Looking for someone?” a taunting whisper hissed in her ear.

Four twisted sharply, driving her blade backward. But her attack met nothingness again.

The bald man seized her vulnerability, grasping her body forcefully, fingers digging painfully into her chest.

“So soft… such a tempting little prize,” he mocked obscenely, relishing every moment of humiliation.

Pure rage ignited within Four, her dignity fueling a violent retaliation. “You filthy animal! You’ll pay with your life!”

Her blades whirled fiercely, an incandescent storm of steel.

But he dodged with infuriating ease, weaving through her lethal attacks, his mocking smile never fading.

Breathing hard, her guard momentarily slipped.

The bald man seized his chance, capturing her from behind. His tongue traced her cheek, vile and possessive, his breath hot on her skin.

“You taste even sweeter than I imagined,” he whispered obscenely, savoring her disgust.

Four, eyes blazing with fury and shame, tried a desperate maneuver, plunging her own blade toward her abdomen, intending to wound them both.

But he anticipated her every move, swiftly pressing her pressure point, numbing her limbs instantly.

Four collapsed, helpless, her weapon clattering to the ground.

She watched in horror as the three other monsters tore through her entire team—helpless to stop it, powerless to do anything.

Struggling to breathe through her shock and anger, she demanded weakly, “Who… who are you?”

The bald man smirked cruelly, ripping her clothes with arrogant delight, his tongue invading her face.

“I'm your lover now, sweetheart. Don’t worry; you’ll enjoy every second. Four rounds, ten rounds—fainted or not—I’ll keep going. Folks call me the sex machine.”