All Chapters of Dominance of the Forgotten God of War: Chapter 341
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341. The Art of Escalation
“Did you just threaten a cop, you bastard?” The senior officer pressed the gun closer to Alex’s head. “This can get ugly real soon for you. And you don’t want to go down that hole!”“I know who you’re working for. It’s Angelo Velasquez, isn’t it?” Alex shot back, snapping toward the officer in front of him. “How much does the mayor pay you for your services? I hope it is enough for an early retirement?”The two other cops looked at each other. They were supposed to keep Angelo’s name out of it. But now that Alex had already figured things out, they hesitated.The senior officer, however, stuck to the script.“You son of a bitch! Don’t you dare talk crap about the mayor. He is a good man.”Alex scoffed at his words.“A good man? Sure, maybe for pigs like you, whom he feeds every day.”“I swear I’ll just pull the trigger. I don’t even care about who you are!”Realizing the senior cop was about to lose control, his partner quickly intervened.“Sergeant Davos. I think we should take it do
342. The Mayor’s Web
The video recording made Angelo sweat even in the cool comfort of his air-conditioned cabin. He knew if this got out into the open, it would completely destroy his public image.Alex could easily leak the whole recording online, but the fact that he had chosen to hold back for now made Angelo nervous.It could only mean one thing.Alex was planning to use this video as leverage against him and put him on a leash.This would not only keep Angelo and his cops in check but also prevent him from using the media to peddle narratives against him.Angelo was still thinking of a way to deal with Alex when his phone rang. It was Oleg on the other end of the line.“I think I told you not to contact me again. Are you simply ignorant or too dumb to follow instructions?” he muttered, seething with frustration.“This is important. We are in a deep mess. The Taxicab Commission found contraband in three of our cabs.”“I told you to stash the moonshine away, you damn fool!”“It wasn’t moonshine. They
343. Deconstruction
Josiah’s unexpected call put Alex in a pickle.After their violent altercation at the steel mill, Josiah hadn’t even answered Alex’s last twenty texts. Yet now, he apparently wanted to provide him with critical information about Ross Spencer.And what made things even more concerning was the fact that Josiah wanted to meet Alex at a deserted construction site instead of texting him the details or visiting his motel.It could only mean one of two things: someone was already onto Josiah, and he was trying to maintain appearances, or he had ulterior motives in mind.Whatever it was, the opportunity to obtain more information about Ross’ uranium mining deal with Angelo Velasquez was simply too big to ignore.Going against his better judgment, Alex eventually decided to make the trip to the construction yard and hear Josiah out for himself.Alex headed out of his room and turned his keys in the lock before taking the rear exit.The back door of the motel opened onto a dusty parking lot, wh
344. Bricks and Bones
The sudden collapse caught Alex off guard, giving him no chance to react. As the floors crumbled one after another, he fell right through, slipping to the bottom of the rubble pile.Buried under layers of hardened concrete and galvanized steel, his chances of survival were slim to none.It was a choice between getting crushed under the weight of the collapsing pillars or suffocating to death underneath the rubble.Hearing the blasts, Josiah had stopped in his tracks and turned around, only to catch a glimpse of the horrifying collapse, which flung dust and debris all across the construction yard.His eyes widened as he realized what had just happened.He had come here on the mayor’s instructions. His men were just supposed to scare Alex.Even before he could process the chaos, his phone rang in his pocket.Angelo’s name flashed on his screen like a curse.“Is it done?” he asked coldly.“Is what done?” Josiah yelled back, shaking with rage.“Did the building collapse already? Is Alex V
345. Monster in the Moonlight
The pale moonlight filtering through the fleecy white clouds cast an eerie glow over the construction yard, washing over Alex’s bleeding forehead.Shovels and spades swung through the air as the clamorous workers jumped onto the rubble pile and lunged at Alex.“Give it your best shot!”Alex sent the first one flying off with a snapping kick to his torso, while the second fell to a slashing jab that crushed his windpipe.Two more rushed up the mound, only to be met with a flurry of kicks and punches that knocked the wind out of their lungs, throwing them to the ground.Seeing his companions lying in the dust, groaning in pain, the youngest worker stumbled back. His pickaxe shook in his trembling grasp as sweat trickled down his neck.“What the hell are you still standing here for?” Kurt snapped at him. “Go and take him down!”“How?” the younger guy squealed. “You saw what he did to them? I am not going anywhere near him!”“Just look at him!” Kurt muttered back. “He’s bleeding all over
346. A Man Named Alex Verlaine
The call disconnected before Angelo could get another word in, leaving him both anxious and confused.“What the hell are you, Alex Verlaine? How on earth did you survive that?” Angelo found himself inadvertently clutching his chair so hard that his nails dug into the foam, leaving scratches all over it.He was still lost in deep thought when a knock on the door distracted him.“Come in.”Ross Spencer entered with Josiah Warrington in tow.“I see you’re up early. Time for a celebration, then?” Ross reached for one of the most expensive wines on the shelf.But Angelo cut in sharply before he could uncork it.“Just stop it! You’re acting like a God damn child!”Ross froze where he stood, shocked by the mayor’s behavior. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what he’d done to deserve the rebuke.Angelo didn’t waste another second on Ross but turned to Josiah instead.“What happened out there?”Fuming with hate, Josiah walked right up to the mayor’s study table and slammed it with hi
347. Old Foes and New Connections
Far away from the familiar comfort of Glenmonte, Alex couldn’t rely upon his old connections anymore.Fortunately for him, Dustin Hoffman was now ready to support him quite openly.Alex met Dustin at his villa in the dead of the night.His wife and kids were already asleep, so Dustin invited Alex to join him in the private clubhouse outside.The guards stood watch outside as Alex took his seat at the bar while Dustin set to work, fixing him a drink.“You look like you’ve just walked out of a grave,” Dustin said, pouring him half an ounce of vodka mixed with a quarter of tequila in a shot glass.“Something like that.” Alex gulped it down in one go and loosened his tie to catch some fresh air. “Our dear mayor tried to get me killed at the construction yard. Unfortunately for him, I survived yet again.”“That bastard thinks he owns this damn city! We can’t keep letting him get away with this.” Dustin poured himself a neat scotch on the rocks and took a sip. “Angelo must be stopped. We ca
348. A Friend and A Fool
Josiah felt his heart shrivel up like a dying flower as he realized what Angelo was planning.The terrible feeling of betraying the one who had saved not just his father but his daughter as well gnawed at his conscience like a diseased rat.“Leave Lucy Winchester out of this. She has nothing to do with you!” he burst out.“I think it’s a bit too late for that,” Angelo replied. “Alex set my warehouse on fire. It cost me millions. But he didn’t stop there. He also used his connections to go after my men in the Cab Drivers' Union. He thinks he can hurt me in my own city, and I can’t allow that to happen.”“You’ll never get away with this!” Josiah got up and stormed off.But before he could walk out of the room, the door opened, and Marcus stepped in, blocking his path.“I am sorry, Josiah. We can’t have you babbling about my plans to Alex. You’re not going anywhere.”“Screw you!”Josiah was about to swing at Marcus when suddenly Marcus pulled out a taser and zapped him in the neck, bring
349. Bloody Miss Sunshine
Moe paid the barkeep a soggy fifty-dollar bill and finished his drink before smashing the beer bottle on the floor and screaming like a man possessed.“Screw the damn Warringtons! After this day, we will own these roads again!”His biker crew cheered again, raising their fists in the air.Moe looked at his watch and saw it was only four in the evening, which meant there was still plenty of daylight outside.Even with the thirteen bikers at his back, he didn’t feel too comfortable about risking his neck in the middle of the day.“We wait for nightfall. Let’s waste another hour before we strike!”Suddenly, a knock on the door caught his attention.“Who the hell is it?” Moe barked in annoyance.The very next moment, the wooden door creaked open, and Raziya Durrani strode inside, dressed in a brown denim jacket and a tight pair of stone-washed jeans.Taking her helmet off, she clasped it under her arm and shook her hair free.“I see we have a full house here,” she said, grinning mischievou
350. Counter Punch
At his private residence, Angelo was pacing the room with his cellphone in hand, waiting to receive the news from Liechtenstein. But the call never came.The gears moved inside the grand wall clock, and it struck eight, yet his phone didn’t even buzz.Impatient and restless, Angelo finally decided to call Tracy himself.“Any news from the province?”“Nothing. I’ve been trying to contact Moe Pesci and his bikers for the last two hours, but they aren’t picking up.”“Check the local news. The Warrington farmhouse going up in flames will be sure to draw media attention.”“On it.”Ten minutes later, Angelo’s phone rang. It was Tracy on the other end.“Just got word from the province. Thirteen bikers were found dead inside a bar on the outskirts of Liechtenstein. They were apparently all poisoned to death. Moe Pesci was among them. It was his crew.”“Poisoned? All thirteen of them?” Angelo yelled. “How the hell is that possible?”“The barkeep was arrested at the scene of the crime. He was f