Page 110 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

In front of us. Before all the maids and servers. Recording on the various hidden cameras at different angles.

To commit the exact humiliating act that was done to me.

Only this isn’t a male-to-female confrontation.

This is a forced action between two men…

“Y-You’re not asking me to…” Flex dares to question Matteo’s order.

That ignites a low, deep chuckle from the man I’m sitting on. He’s still working his cigar—the scent of the smoke smells luxurious from the combined scents. I’m sure he lit this cigar on purpose. As if to demonstrate his ongoing richness by smoking this specific tobacco that has to come from one particular market.

It’s also projecting a sense of calm.

Forcing these two at gunpoint is nothing but a casual interaction that does nothing to make him question his morals.

“Do I need to say the words for you to understand what I’m asking, Mr. Mallon?” Matteo questions. His voice is so even while he observes what’s about to occur. “Or would having a bullet through your head be a simple solution?”

“N-N-No.” He quickly drops to his knees and crawls forward until he stands before Domino's rigid frame.

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” Domino growls in warning before he moves those blazing eyes to stare my way.

We lock gazes, which makes sense with me still nestled on Matteo’s lap, but the venomous rage that ignites in his stare makes me feel a sense of joy.

It’s tiny. A spark that has begun its flicker. Yet enough to be acknowledged.

“What, little brother? Don’t like doing what you’re told?” Matteo inquires. He further pulls me onto his lap as if I’m not close enough. It feels protective, especially with Domino’s eyes lingering on me. “Eyes on me,” he proceeds to emphasize. “I know you enjoy viewing my grand prize, but it’s not getting you out of this circumstance.”

“You’re seriously not going to force me to stand here, holding this shit in my grasp, and be sucked off by Flex, are you?” he snarls in angered disbelief. “Just to claim the title that wasMINE before you came out of fucking nowhere and stole it from me!”

Matteo enjoys taking another deep inhale of his cigar. The deliberate silence makes the tension in the room rise further.

“That’s exactly what I’m encouraging,” Matteo says so smoothly, I feel shivers run through me.This man has a different type of madness that can only be glorified in this tense confrontation.“I’m not insisting. Am I forcing Flex to go on his knees and suck you off?”

“Y-YES!” Domino snaps and gestures to the trembling man on his knees before him. “You have US at GUNPOINT!”

“Do I?” Matteo further leans into his seat, and I can’t help but peer at him. My attention makes him smirk while he admires me.

Offering the cigar in his possession, I stare at it in hopes I’d figure out the brand. The symbol shimmers with gold and red. It takes me a few seconds, but I’ve seen this once.

Only once.

Gurkha Royal Cigar.

Now, it makes sense that the smoke aroma has this hint of Himalayan to it. I’m confident this cigar is worth 1.3 million dollars… minimum.

The tobacco is cultivated using Fiji water. Of course, it’s fucking expensive.

“What am I holding in my possession, Precious?” he inquiries sweetly. This situation isn’t tarnishing his mood in the slightest.

“A cigar,” I emphasize first before adding the facts. “A Gurkha Royal Cigar, to be exact. The richest form of tobacco in the world at 1.3 million minimum. It’s made with Himalayan tobacco and cultivated using Fiji water. Only some of the richest billionaires can be offered it. Not even millionaires.”

My astonishment is as clear as day, remembering the cigar because I overheard an elder man speaking with Mr. Prescott and Mr. Leighton one time at his mansion when I was but a child. I’d been hiding from Domino and snuck into Mr. Leighton’s study, assuming it would be empty. I didn’t realize they would come there briefly to talk and smoke cigars.

Rich billionaire status cigars.

Now that I remember, I wonder if there’s a motive for this.

“Who do you know has smoked this specific cigar, Evangeline?”

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