The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 390

Lord Moretti didn’t answer Alex.

He acted as if he hadn’t even seen him. With a flick of his hand, he declared, “Tonight’s business is over. Everyone out—unless you want to die here.”

The room froze. Customers turned pale.

Everyone knew the stories—when Lord Moretti cleared a club, it wasn’t just an order.

It was a warning. Too often, people left in body bags simply because they didn’t move fast enough.

The crowd broke into a rush, scrambling for the exits.

Panic echoed in their footsteps, every face certain Alex had just stepped into hell.

Within minutes, the place was empty. Surveillance cameras clicked off one by one, leaving nothing but silence and danger in the room.

In a corner, Mike and his friends huddled together, trembling. None dared move. They knew this had gone beyond a joke.

Lord Moretti turned toward his father.

“Father, leave this to me. What I’m about to do will be brutal, and I don’t want you to see the blood. Take the others and go.”

Leo’s face was tight with rage. “Son, he’s hit me more than once. Give him a lesson, son. I want one of his arms.”

“Of course, Father. Of course, ” Moretti replied, his eyes dark. “Now go.”

Leo sneered at Alex as he backed away. “My son is here now. You should be pissing yourself. You’ll see hell tonight.”

“Father, quickly—out!” Moretti barked, shoving him toward the door, afraid Alex might snap at any moment.

Mike and the others were already ashen, sweat dripping down their temples.

They all knew what it meant to be left alone with Lord Moretti—the man took pleasure in torment.

As he advanced, several of them fell to their knees.

“Lord Moretti, I did nothing wrong! Please, let me go!”

“We were only having fun! We didn’t know Mike was stirring up trouble!”

“Please, sir, forgive us. Take Mike’s arm if you must, but leave us out of it. We’ll even hold him down for you!” one added desperately.

Moretti’s voice cracked like a whip. “All of you—except Mike—get out!”

They hesitated, stunned. One stammered, “Are… are you sure, sir?”

Moretti’s eyes narrowed, his tone turning cold. “You know, maybe I should keep you here instead. Take all your arms together.”

Faces blanched to the color of death.

“Now get the hell out!”

They didn’t wait for another word. They bolted so fast they nearly tripped over each other, desperate to escape intact.

But as Mike made for the door, Moretti’s hand shot out like a snake, clamping around his wrist.

“You stay, Mike,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “We need to talk.”

Mike’s legs buckled. His scream tore through the silence. “Please! Please, Lord Moretti—I’m your lawyer! Don’t take my arm, I beg you!”

Mike’s friends had already bolted, leaving the grand nightclub stripped to silence and shadows.

What had been a lively night turned into an empty battlefield. Only three men remained—Lord Moretti, Alex, and Mike.

“You. Sit down,” Moretti ordered.

“Yes—yes,” Mike stammered, nodding frantically, his body trembling like a trapped rabbit.

Moretti turned to Alex and gave a slight bow. “Sir, I’ve secured Mike for you. You may question him here, or I can deliver him anywhere you wish.”

Mike’s jaw dropped. The man who feared no one, the butcher of the underworld—bowing?

To Alex? Something was horribly wrong.

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