Page 119 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

I may be observing him, but I’m doing it in a subtle way. Munching on fruit fed by Matteo while darting my gaze between the set of pancakes being laid on the table or to start with the avocado toast.

When his movement catches my attention, it’s because he’s picking up the broken phone.

To think, despite it all, he’s still trying to pick up the device that still carries a copy of that humiliating moment of my life.

To carry some sort of ammunition against me.

“About that extracted file on your phone,” Zander speaks up suddenly, and you don’t need to be a genius to know he’s not talking to any of us at the table. “It’s already corrupt.”

I don’t understand.

“Don’t walk into a house with a set of psychotic stalkers who loves hacking into shit for fun,” he suggests, sounding tired. “Unless you handcuff us, there’s no way of stopping us from destroying anything you wish to use against us.” He makes his statement clear.

“Can you pass me the eggs, Warren?”

“Aries.”

“Same shit,” Zander dismisses. “And thank goodness that vase is broken. Shit was ugly in the corner. Don’t bother asking who put it there.”

“Why?” I have to know which is why I specifically ask.

Zander smirks because chances are, he knew I would.

“Because they’re dead.”

Matteo loudly sips on his coffee while I dare to let out a laugh.

“Figures.”

I guess it is funny because we’re all laughing at the table like that was the best comic relief we needed after the most intense fifteen minutes we’ve all experienced.

Our laughter overrides Domino’s departing footsteps, but I get a last glimpse of him.

His final look is a merciless glare that’s centered solely on me.

He may never acknowledge the power I hold in my grasp, but today, I showed him a glimpse of what I can have.What I can do.How I can either invite peace or ignite chaos with a few words.

A few orders that will ensure nothing but havoc on all those who dare mess with me.

I know, deep down, this isn’t the end.

Only the beginning.

All I can hope is I’m ready to face his wrath.

And if I’m not…

“Cheers to our first day of school as Ruthless Kings of Havoc,” Zander declares with a lift of his coffee.

“Why are we cheering with coffee when we had glass drinks earlier?” Aries complains.

“How are you in a rotten mood?” Ares wonders. “Don’t tell me you’re tired. You stay up all night as a bodyguard.”

“Fuck, shut up,” he huffs back. “Hate school. Makes me sleepy.”

“Stop being a party pooper and cheer with us!” Zander laughs and looks our way. “C’mon, Dolcezza. Get Matteo to join in!”

“He’s not joining?” I ask while looking over my shoulder, noticing how close my lips are to Matteo’s. I guess this whole time, he’s been observing me, watching my every move as Domino vacated.

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