Page 118 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“You.” He says it loud and clear, leaving me to open my mouth, close my mouth, and stare at his side profile for ten long seconds.

Then I giggle.

“You’re silly.” I don’t know why I say those words. As if he isn’t going to do exactly what he said and eat me out after breakfast is over. Whatever it is, I feel a giddy freedom in this moment, and that’s what allowed me to say something so odd.

The sense of validation I now feel after feeling hidden for all these years.

“You love it,” he affirms and lightly kisses my cheek once more.

“Only if you don’t ruin my uniform.”

“I’ll ensure you’re not wearing anything,” he assures me. “Unless you want everyone to watch?”

I blush at his words, and that reminds me that we’re still very much in a very busy breakfast hall.

Or the truth that Domino, Flex, and Marcus haven’t left yet.

“If my Ruthless King wants others to watch, so be it,” I state and watch the maid pour me a cup of coffee. “Two creams and four sugars. I want to be extra sweet.”

“God,” Zander groans. “Let me at least join in then if we’re enjoying Dolcezza’s dessert.”

“I don’t even know how we got here,” Ares complains.

“At least clean and vacuum the entirety of this place,” Aries encourages. “Unless you’re enjoying her spread out on the table.”

“W-W-W-What?!” The image easily forms in my head, and I’m left to stutter because I can’t believe that came out of Warren’s mouth.

Warren. Aries. Whatever!

“You’re right,” Matteo agrees with a low chuckle. “Can we get cleaning? We don’t mind if it’s while we eat.”

“Yes, sir!” multiple servers and maids declare and get moving.

Matteo sighs and lowers his coffee mug so he can reach for his fork and poke a strawberry.

Offering it to me, he pauses and glances at the three men who don’t belong.

“You three can leave now,” he suggests and looks at Marcus specifically. “Hope to see you on the ice, Mr. Wright. Been a few years since I’ve seen you in action.”

Marcus seems surprised by Matteo’s words, but he slowly bobs his head before he spins around and heads out first.

Flex slowly works on standing up, his head sunken down in pure shame. I ignore how the pit of my stomach sinks, seeing more tears fall down his face. He doesn’t deserve my pity, a reminder I have to keep telling myself mentally, because this is only the beginning.

I’ll have more enemies in the future.

More individuals who will seek to bully and taunt me because of my association with these men.

Ultimately, I’m their weakest link.

That’s why I need to show not an ounce of mercy.

That I can be just as villainous as they.

If not… crueler.

Flex leaves without uttering a word. The only evidence left behind that confirms he was present is the droplets of blood that mark his trail.

Only Domino is left, observing how we eat at the table, paying him no mind.

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