The Almighty Dominance

Charles laughed wildly, blood streaming from his nose, smearing across his twisted grin.

"You think this is over, Alex? You're gonna beg for mercy when I'm through with you!"

A sudden wail of sirens cut through the air as a patrol car screeched to a stop just inches from Alex, tires skidding and gravel exploding around his feet.

A stocky officer lumbered out, swaggering towards him.

"Heard you couldn't keep your fists to yourself," he sneered. "Hands behind your back-now."

Alex met Charles' eyes and understood instantly. This bastard had planned it meticulously, baiting him into losing control, a setup that had these crooked cops waiting in the wings.

"You heard him!" barked another officer, stepping closer.

"Turn around, hands behind your back!"

Josephine rushed forward, panic twisting her face. "Are you blind? This lunatic slaughtered our pets-look at what's left of them!"

A smirk spread across the officer's greasy face.

"Yeah, we see exactly what's here. Looks like someone went psycho on their animals. Guess we found our culprit."

Josephine exploded, voice cracking in fury.

"Are you insane? I'm the victim! Someone butchered my pets, and you're blaming me?"

The cop stepped forward, cuffs jangling ominously.

"Sweetheart, most of the time, the killer's right under our noses. You're under

arrest for animal cruelty."noveldrama

Josephine screamed, twisting violently as cold metal bit into her wrists.

"You pathetic scum! We're the real victims here!"

Ignoring her protests, the officers shoved Alex and Josephine roughly into the squad car.

Josephine pounded the glass, her voice cracking with fury.

"Are you even listening? You should've checked before dragging us in!"

"Keep it together," Alex said under his breath, eyes locked straight ahead. "This won't stick. They're targeting us."

"They've got nothing!" Josephine shot back, her voice raw with disbelief.

The cop driving let out a cold, mocking laugh and glanced back through the metal cage.

"Nothing? Charles already filed assault charges. You'll be rotting in a cell for at least twenty-four hours, tough guy."

At the station, Alex demanded, voice ice-cold, "I want my lawyer. Immediately."

The officer chuckled dismissively, tossing paperwork onto a cluttered desk.

"Maybe after your mandatory sleepover. Twenty-four hours first, then maybe a call."

Josephine snapped, voice raw with indignation, "That's illegal! We have rights, you corrupt-"

"Rights?" The cop leaned closer, his foul breath heavy with arrogance. "In here, princess, we make the rules."

With cruel laughter echoing behind them, Alex and Josephine were thrown into a dim, filthy cell.

Josephine paced like a caged animal, eyes blazing. "That bastard set us up! He killed our animals, bought off these corrupt pigs-"

Alex sat silently, eyes closed, mind already tracing the positions of every officer, feeling their heartbeats, sensing their distracted minds.

His breathing slowed, becoming deliberate and measured, until finally, eyes snapping open, he stood up, composed and focused.

"Time to go," he announced quietly, determination etched into his features.

Josephine stopped pacing, staring at him incredulously. "How the hell-"

He raised his hand, concentrating fiercely.

There was a subtle click, barely audible, and the lock yielded to an invisible force. The cell door swung gently open.

"They didn't even bother locking it properly," Alex said coolly. "Arrogance makes people sloppy."

Josephine blinked, momentarily frozen, before understanding flooded her expression.

She nodded sharply, fear morphing into fierce resolve.

"From here," Alex instructed calmly, "walk like nothing happened. Confidence, Jo -no hesitation."

She steadied herself, exhaling deeply. "Got it."

He opened the door leading into the hallway, stepping forward as if they belonged there.

Two officers stood nearby, deep in idle conversation, oblivious to their presence.

Alex moved deliberately, steps steady and sure, Josephine at his side, her breathing controlled despite the wild rush of adrenaline.

He leaned toward her, voice low and intense. "Keep moving, eyes straight ahead. They won't even notice us."

With every confident step down the hallway, the officers continued talking, eyes glazed, voices distant.

Josephine and Alex strode through the precinct corridors, their footsteps echoing casually off the grimy linoleum tiles.

They flashed easy smiles at passing officers, who nodded back obliviously, unaware of the chaos about to unfold.

Everything looked perfect-too perfect.

As soon as they stepped into the fresh air outside, Alex flagged down a taxi with a nonchalant wave, but Josephine's eyes narrowed with suspicion.

Inside the taxi, she leaned forward sharply, voice trembling with an undercurrent of fear and disbelief.

"Alex, tell me we haven't just crossed a line we can't come back from. Are we criminals now?"

Alex's gaze remained steel-calm, cold and unwavering.

"Relax. They didn't even log us. Twenty-four hours-that's all they wanted, just a distraction. Nothing sticks."

"But why?" Her voice rose in panic.

They reached the clinic moments later. Alex stepped out of the taxi, his face set hard as he scanned the facade.

He gestured grimly. "This is why."

Josephine's scream pierced the air before she even registered the sight.

"Why? Why would anyone do this?" Her voice fractured as they rounded the

corner.

She didn't need to move closer-the ruin spoke louder than any explanation.

Doors hung twisted from bent hinges. Windows shattered, leaving jagged edges and glittering shards across the walkway.

Inside, it was worse. The clinic was gutted completely. Medical supplies vanished, Shelves overturned and splintered. Machinery lay smashed, wires spilling out like severed veins. Everything valuable-gone o destroyed.

Josephine stumbled forward, eyes wide, hands shaking uncontrollably.

"No..." Her voice was a whisper of disbelief. “No, no, no..."

She sank to her knees, digging desperately through the rubble as though searching for meaning amid the chaos.

Instruments she'd just begun mastering in her nursing lessons were crushed, beyond recognition.

She bolted toward her bedroom, only to find emptiness greeting her. Her clothes, her bed-everything stripped bare, down to the smallest personal item. Even her underwear was gone.

Her voice broke, raw and anguished. "They took everything, Alex. Everything." "How could this happen?"

He crouched beside her, eyes blazing with restrained anger. "It wasn't random. Charles wanted something from me. He thought I hid it here."

Slowly, she turned to him, horror mingling with confusion. "He sent people?"

"Thugs. He made sure we were locked up so he could steal everything," Alex spat

bitterly.

Josephine's lip trembled as tears streamed down her face. "They took all I had."

Alex remained silent; no words could ease this pain.

"This morning they killed our dogs and cats," she whispered, barely audible. "They killed them, Alex. Now this..."

He moved to comfort her, but she shook her head, drawing her knees to her chest, hugging herself tightly as if it might hold back the grief.

Alex didn't speak. Didn't try to comfort her. Just stood beside her like a silent witness to the wreckage of a soul.

Alex reached out to steady her, his grip fierce and protective, but before he could offer solace, his smartwatch buzzed sharply, shattering the oppressive silence. "Charles," he spat venomously, answering the call through clenched teeth. Charles's voice dripped through the speaker, honeyed malice coating every syllable.

"Enjoying my little gift, Alex? You always thought you were better than everyone, strutting around like a king. But guess what I've got nothing but time to strip away your dignity piece by piece."

Alex's knuckles whitened, rage pulsing visibly beneath his skin.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Charles," he hissed, the threat hanging in his voice like a razor's edge.

Charles's laugh was cruel, mocking. "Dangerous? Maybe for you. But don't worry -I've prepared something special. Something unforgettable."

"Sophia always had a soft spot for you, didn't she? Well, when I finally take her, record every detail. Imagine it, Alex, watching the woman you loved screaming my name. I want you to savor every second of your humiliation

"You twisted son of a bitch!" Alex's roar echoed through the gutted clinic, his voice

raw with fury.

"Oh, spare me your empty threats." Charles's voice hardened, mercilessly cold.

"Who's going to save you, huh? You're worthless without Jasmine Kingston's protection. Three days-that's how long you've got. Either deliver me the main ingrédient

for the Emerald Elixir, or I'll make

sure your next purchase is a casket."

The call ended abruptly, leaving a suffocating silence punctuated only by Josephine's quiet sobbing.

Alex stared at the blank screen, eyes burning with an intensity capable of igniting

worlds.

Without hesitation, he reached for his phone, fingers trembling not with fear, but with restrained wrath.

A heavy voice answered after one ring. "Alfred Kingston speaking."

Alex's voice cut through the silence like a blade, icy and deliberate. "We need to talk, Alfred. It's about your son. Either you do something or I'll handle it my way."