The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 855

The hand never came down.

Alex had the man by the arm, an inch from Nora's cheek.

He had not gone home. He had waited at the top of the stairs for Nora, and when the first scream came, he ran.

The man in the black shirt pulled.

"You'd better let go of this woman," said Alex. "She is not the one who has a problem with you."

He nodded at the floor, at Preston curled round his plaster arm and Tyler lying in the cognac. "The people you want are there."

Nora let out the breath she had been holding.

Another black shirt stepped over Preston with his fist already up, straight for the back of Alex's head.

"Wait," said Bruce from the doorway.

He had not raised his voice. He did not need to. The fist stopped in the air.

The giant looked at Alex for a long moment, and at the arm Alex was holding, and at his own man, who could not pull it free.

"Leave the man and the woman," said Bruce. "We still have a job to do."

Alex let go. The black shirt rubbed his arm, stepped back, and did not look at him again.

"You came back," Nora whispered.

"You said you were staying," said Alex. "So I came back."

Bruce turned to the rest of the room. "Mr. Kessler is waiting. Will you walk to the next room, or do we hit you again?"

Nobody argued this time.

Then he looked at Alex and Nora. "You two. You follow them. The boss will decide."

So they all went down the purple corridor to the Imperial Hall, Tyler holding his bleeding nose, Preston holding his arm, and Alex walking last.

The man in grey sat on the white sofa, the woman in red beside him, a dozen men round the walls, and the fat man in an armchair with a bag of ice on his stomach.

At the end of the sofa, with a cushion behind his back and a napkin pressed to his nose, sat the thin old man in the cardigan.

Tyler saw him, and stopped walking.

The old man saw Alex come in last, and gave him the smallest nod.

"That's him," said the fat man, and pointed at Preston.

"That's him," said the old man, very quietly, and looked at Tyler.

"Which one of you is Tyler Hunt?" said the man in grey.

Tyler swallowed. Then he put his chin up and stepped forward.

"Sir, I'm Tyler Hunt. The Hunts of the north shore. If there's been some misunderstanding, I'm sorry. I'm sure my father would be happy to—"

"Your father?" Ronald Kessler laughed. "Boy, if your father were standing here, he would bow to me."

All the colour went out of Tyler's face.

Kessler laid his hand on the old man's shoulder.

"This is my wife's father," he said. "You hit him on the road. Then you hit him again, in your nice room. Twice in one night."

"I didn't know," Tyler whispered. "Sir, I didn't know who he was—"

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