Page 113 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

One I’ll never fucking regret.

“Yes,” I begin, watching the immediate relief that washes over Domino’s face. I need that to occur so I can get a glimpse of that boyish glee in the depths of dark eyes.Glee… and mockery.

That’s watch my mind centers on. How this man truly believes I’m the stupidest bitch Leighton Royals University could dare allow to walk upon its prestige soil.

Well, he’ll be reminded today.

Reminded that my arrival wasn’t a blessing to him.

It was a curse that would haunt him until his last beating breath.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I continue.

This man’s eyes widen while his jaw goes slack. He hasn’t comprehended the truth.His new reality.

So, let me enlighten him.

“A Ruthless King is willing to take any challenge and become victorious at all costs,” I begin and realize how different my voice sounds.So void of emotion. Of mercy.“So,potentialRuthless King,” I emphasize and allow my lips to quirk slowly at the corners. “Show me if you’ll hold up your end of the bargain.”

I smile fully then and thrive on watching the first kindling flames of brewing rage in the depths of his dilated pupils.

“For your potential Ruthless Maiden.”

That reminds him if he wins, he’ll be forced to mingle with me again.

Forced to be around me all the time—under his submission.

If he does succeed in holding the glass coffin, my life will go from this newfound haven to burning hell because Domino Leighton would have every intention of getting payback.

As frightening as it is, I have a hint of confidence. A level of poise in Matteo, who’d find another way of ensuring our victory is set in stone today.

With my spoken statement being acknowledged and accepted, I lean back against Matteo, allowing myself to relax as though I already know how this is going to end.

It intrigues Matteo as he observes and seemingly rewards me with his cigar.

“Hold that for me, Precious,” he encourages. “I need my focus on watching these intimate theatrics.”

“Yes, Ruthless King.” I abide by his declaration while enjoying how this cigar calms the anxious nerves begging to cripple me. All of this is frightening, despite my lack of expressing it. I don’t want to cower at the idea of losing. I want to accept that what happens here is only going to walk me down the path I need to be on.

The path toward vengeance.

This is why I need to be more confident about Matteo’s plan. Whether this was intentional or not, I want to see it through and project how comforting it is to rely on a Ruthless leader who has every intention of getting us out of any situation.

My heart is yearning for that.

Allowing my thoughts to finally calm down, I nestle into Matteo’s hold while watching how Flex struggles to lower the zipper of Domino’s pants. Despite every effort to take things slow, there’s only so long before those uniformed black pants have no choice but to drop to Domino’s ankles.

It’s so easy to look away. To wait for it to be over and done with.

I can’t do that.

Not to myself. Not to the inner child that curled up and begged for retribution after years of constant torment. My childhood was torturous because of this man. One individual who seemed to be the catalyst of everything.

This form of humiliation is his punishment.

One of many that is all but deserving.

I don’t care how many times I have to convince myself. Emphasize in my brain that he deserves every second of this madness. I vowed to make him suffer.

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