Page 187 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

Putting all the pieces together until you finally reach your goal.

“It’s not,” he assures me and shows his phone in his left hand that’s filled with a bunch of code in green and purple. “I tried.”

“When are you going to teach me how to hack into stuff?”

Surprised by that, he stares back at me for a few seconds.

“Y-You want to learn?”

“Why? You thought I wouldn’t?”

“Girls aren’t into numbers and figuring out how to tap into an entire organization database to waste time,” Zander notes. After helping me take off my seat belt, he gets out of the car and walks around to help me out.

Stretching my arms, I pull up my black leggings and fix my black crop top. I’m all in black today, deciding to go with something cozy. I decide to quickly tie up my hair in a ponytail, just in case we’re going to need to hike or run for this challenge. I’m glad I opted to wear running shoes that have a thicker base because this forest is thick and steep in some areas.

Time is always important in any challenge, so I’m sure this won’t be any different.

Checking out the tree with the little bird-like nest chamber is the most intriguing. You can tell someone really put a lot of effort into not only creating this design in the middle of the three, but they had to have dug into the ground with some type of device so mail could be shot upward until it reached the glass chamber.

“I’m into numbers,” I offer. “I don’t like math much, but hacking is like real-life puzzles on a speedy time limit. Sounds like a fun game night to me.”

“If you learn how to hack anything, you’d be a more diabolical mastermind than me, Sweet Dynamite,” Zander praises and sounds pleased with the potential idea. “I have grown-ass men beg me not to ruin their lives. I can’t imagine them doing the same to you.”

“Meaning they probably are too stubborn to think a woman can infiltrate their fancy security systems,” I conclude. “Typical.”

Laughing, Zander pulls me from behind to give me a hug.

“You’re pouting, I bet.”

“Hmph. Makes me want to prove them wrong,” I huff. He’s right. I am pouting because that’s just annoying. This world belittles women at every stance. “I’d make them beg. Heck, I’d pull what Matteo did and force them to suck dick.”

Zander laughs harder.

“You would,” he agrees. “Then when they do everything you say, you dismiss them and say you changed your mind,” he plots mischievously. “Blame the hormones.”

“Diabolical,” I gasp in horror. “Zander, you’re a genius.”

“I know,” he teases and kisses my neck. “Just like my Dolcezza.” He hugs me a little harder.

“I miss you.”

“We sat five hours together, silly,” I mock, wiggling in his arms until I can face him. “Did you miss me while I slept and snored?”

“You don’t snore,” he notes, kissing me before I can reply. So easy to just fall prey to these sinful lips of his. He has to feel the same because it’s amazing how his body seems to relax the deeper we kiss.

“Liar,” I breathe and pull him closer, as if I’m not plastered against him. “I’m probably loud and annoying.”

“The quietest mewls and giggles.”

“Oh God, I don’t laugh in my sleep.”

“You actually do,” Zander admits. “You like to say my name a lot as well.”

I gasp in horror as my cheeks grow redder. “You’re lying!”

“Nope.” There’s that taunting grin of his, which means one thing. “I swear we’ve talked about this.” Maybe we have, but it doesn’t feel weird or awkward to talk about it again.

“You have evidence.”

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