Page 108 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

Waiting for her Ruthless Kings to take the lead of the situation.

I can tell from her rigid frame that this is the true challenge for her.

It’s not being humiliated before her Kings, or the thought of these two strangers seeing what she was forced to partake in that is grinding her gears.

To remain respectful by keeping her mouth shut is what’s eating her alive. To sink into her femininity and be confident that the males in her life will solve this problem without her involvement.

My Ruthless Queen is learning quickly.

“So, you believe that video would make our Maiden be looked down upon in our society?” I conclude and wait for his answer.

When he doesn’t say anything, I bob my head and put my hand out to the side.

Hannah bows and immediately retrieves a cigar to place in my possession. In seconds, the end is lit, and I decide to take a few seconds to inhale the Monaco fumes that appease the boiling rage fighting to consume me. If smoking was so bad, it wouldn’t help tame the beast that wishes to snap this little boy’s neck.

“Alright then,” I declare and look at the navy-blue-haired dude. “What’s your name?”

“Marcus Williamson Wright, sir.” I’m impressed that he dares to call me sir.He knows power just from the pull of my cigar.Observant. “Did you hear anything?”

Domino and Flex are frowning and looking at Marcus as we share a look.

He smirks and slowly shakes his head.

“Heard nothing, sir.”

“See anything?”

“Saw nothing, sir.”

“Good,” I praise him. “Sit at the last chair at the table.”

Domino and Flex look even more confused as Marcus doesn’t hesitate to do exactly as ordered. When he slides into his seat and looks around us, I can tell he’s pausing to look into Eva’s eyes. I can only imagine what look she’s portraying for him to be so captivated, but he forces his eyes away so he can give me his utmost attention once more.

Smart move.

“How does it feel like when you sit there?” I ask.

“Powerful,” Marcus admits. “I’m dining with Kings.”

“Kings who each own Empires that can destroy the balance in our society in a heartbeat, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” Marcus agrees. He’s being extra obedient despite me having a strong feeling he’s a troublemaker.

“Do you own an Empire, Marcus?”

He takes a moment to reply.

“I did,” he admits.

“Did, as in it was taken from you,” I assume.

“Bought out, sir,” he whispers. “From Leighton, to be exact.”

Oh?

The way the corners of my lips raise is acknowledged by my fellow Kings.

“So, you’re forced to stand on the right-hand side of a man whose father bought out the Empire your family workedendlessly to maintain to the very end,” I summarize. “Does that not ignite a hint of fury within you?”

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