Page 193 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

I bite my bottom lip far too hard, sucking the blood that attempts to pool there.

Only a bit of distance.

The flicker of light from the vehicle dims, and I push myself to the brink to race through the thick rows of forest to reach the hiding place nestled in what has to be a clearing.

I see the flicker of a flame, and my mind spirals at the sight.

Fire.

He set them on fire…

“Kill him before he kills what’s yours.”

No. He won’t kill them.

They’re MY Ruthless Kings.

MINE!

The handle of my blade is in my grasp as I propel it forward, knowing well it’ll hit the target right and center. I’m ready to confront the villain who dared to test my capabilities.

I’ll kill them with my bare hands if I need to.

No one gets away with setting Havoc in my world.

Absolutely nobody…

29

SURVIVAL

~GEMINI~

“Z-Z-Zander?”

The heaviness of dread can’t get any worse as I fight for breath.

My heart is pounding wildly, sweat and beads of rain rolling down my face.

The level of adrenaline that’s coursed through me in what had to be five minutes of intense running is now keeping me frozen in place, forcing me to acknowledge the truth glaring before me.

My wide eyes are fixated on the handle of my blade, which is projecting out of my target.

I’m holding my breath, realizing what I’ve done, yet a flicker of light draws my attention, forcing me to acknowledge the single flame that moves from side to side with the most hypnotic glow.

A… candle?

“Surprise, Dolcezza.”

I tug my eyes away from the chocolate cupcake decorated in purple and green frosting to stare at the culprit carrying the candle-lit dessert that’s somehow keeping my blade hostage.

My eyes capture the shirtless masked man. The neon green mask with its large ‘X’ symbols as eyes and the wide grinning smile of a mischievous being hiding behind the glowing cover.

The mask may hide his face, but it doesn’t keep those gorgeous silver-white locks, which are drenched but slicked back perfectly. It doesn’t hide the chiseled chest and decorated arms of various tattoos.

It doesn’t hide the unique symbol, our symbol, which confirms my Ruthless King is not only alive but sitting on something I don’t expect at all.

A motorcycle.

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