From Prison To Dominance!

Chapter 4

Derrick gasped as humiliation rocked his core.

“Guards! Teach this animal a lesson. Now!” he roared.

Suddenly, four men in matching suits closed in on Rhys.

“Get him!” Derrick barked, retreating behind his bodyguards.

Rhys caught the first swing an inch from his face and redirected it into the second guard’s throat.

The man dropped, gagging, while clutching his trachea.

The third came in low for the knees but Rhys’s knee met his skull, and he crashed into the fourth man who had hesitated for a moment.

Rhys drove two fingers into the nerve beneath their collarbones, and their whole arm went dead before they even hit the floor.

Four men, down, in under ten seconds.

“How did he learn to fight like that?” Alisha wondered.

Something told her the man she knew before was gone.

But God forbid her pride to admit it.

Rhys’s eyes fell on her again.

“Useless lots! Guess I have to do this myself!” Derrick yelled at his bodyguard, all crying and groaning on the floor.

He suddenly grabbed a bottle of champagne, charged and swung at Rhys’s head.

“Derrick, wait!”

Alisha screamed but it was too late.

Rhys caught his wrist mid-air.

He slowly turned to Derrick.

Crack!

The headbutt ruptured Derrick’s nose.

Derrick screamed as guests winced in horror.

“No! Leave him alone, you brute!” Alisha cried out, covering her mouth with her hand.

Rhys twisted Derrick’s hand and the bottle of champagne dropped, shattering, with glass shreds scattered on the floor.

And then, with a kick, he knocked Derrick off the floor and crashed him on the glass shreds.

People winced again. Derrick wailed as pain and blood rocked his body.

That was when a gun cocked.

Rhys turned back to Alisha. Her hands were extended. She held the pistol in the trembling hands as she sniffled.

“You ruined my night! How could you do this to me?” She cried, still aiming at Rhys.

“I should punish you for this!” She said to him, hands still trembling, trying so hard to fight the fear inside her.

“Shoot him, Alisha! Goddamn it!” Derrick called on her, still groaning.

“Shoot him now!”

“J—just let me think!” Alisha yelled back at him.

Rhys didn’t move. He just watched her.

Carefully.

“There’s nothing to fucking think about. Blow his brains out!” Derrick yelled again and Alisha, distraught, pulled the trigger.

The sound echoed through the hall. The guests screamed, expecting the horror to unfold.

The room went silent. All eyes fell on Rhys.

But then, smoke curled from his fists.

Alisha stared at his extended hand. Then at his face. The gun trembled in her grip, slipped from her fingers entirely, and clattered against the marble.

“That’s… that’s not possible,” she whispered.

Rhys opened his palm.

The flattened bullet dropped to the floor between them.

“Did he just… catch a bullet?”

“No way!”

Guests murmured.

Then Rhys started walking toward Alisha.

“You—stay back!” Alisha stumbled backward until the wall caught her.

“Stay back, I mean it, I’ll—”

Her knees gave out before she finished the sentence. She slid down the wall in her ten-thousand-dollar gown and hit the floor, sobbing, one hand thrown up like it could stop him from three feet away.

“No! Wait…” she whimpered. “Wait, don’t— stop.”

She trembled.

Rhys crouched in front of her, not to comfort her, but close enough that she’d hear him clearly.

“You’re not worth the effort it’d take to be angry at you, Alisha. You never were.”

She flinched like he’d struck her.

He stood, walked to the table where the divorce papers still sat untouched, picked up the pen, and signed his name in one clean stroke.

He dropped the pen on top of the papers and didn’t look back at her once.

Nobody said a word until the door shut behind him.

Outside, Rhys found a charging port by the valet stand and plugged in his phone. It’d been dead since the night they arrested him.

The screen flickered to life.

He locked his jaw as he went through the notifications that piled up on his screen— years of emails, texts and notifications.

He was still observing them when a chatter broke out in the alley on his left.

Rhys paused.

He gazed into the dark corner as the panicked whispers increased by the second.

Someone shuffled and gasped.

And then came the piercing scream.

“Help!!”