Page 194 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

I don’t think my eyes can get any wider as I grasp how beautiful and unique the body of this bike is. It’s sleek, yet whatever wrap decorates this beast shifts colors like a chameleon. One minute, it’s the perfect balance of teal green and purple, and the next minute, it’s a unique shift of orange and gold. The helmet that’s hanging from one of the handlebars is a metallic shift of red and pink, making me realize how all my Kings’ colors are incorporated into this racing beauty.

I finally allow myself to take it all in.

My Masked Lover is alive.

He’s sitting on a brand-new motorcycle.

Shirtless. With his glowing mask.

Holding a fucking chocolate cupcake.

With a candle on it.

“S-Surprise?” I finally manage to get the word out as I dare believe what I think this is.

This… can’t be for me, can it?

“What better way of giving a survival gift than by witnessing the woman you love race toward the danger instead of awayfrom it.” There’s the mechanical voice of the mask. He uses his free hand to lift it off to reveal his stunning flushed face and those stunning green eyes.

He gives me his best smile.

“Jeez, Sweet Dynamite. I knew you were a fast runner, but shit. I was supposed to be completely naked as the reward but couldn’t take my boxers off fast enough.” He chuckles and tilts his head to the side. “But I’m even more glad you brought Knifey and not your pink gun.”

“Y-You’re okay,” I finally whisper the words, allowing my mind to register that everything is okay.He’s not kidnapped, hurt, or at risk of being burned alive…“Wait. Naked?” I begin to blush before I take him in again.

“A naked Ruthless King on a bike with a cupcake?”

“A chocolate cupcake,” he corrects with pride. “I had to fight Ares and Matteo in rock paper scissors to get my colors bestowed upon it, but if I lost, I would have threatened the baker anyway, so it’s good I got the easier route.”

“Zander!”

He shrugs and looks giddy as he waits for my approach.

“Come claim your survival gift, Evangeline,” he encourages. “Because I need at least ten minutes to enjoy a good fucking of you before we go for a ride.”

“Survival gift.” I finally understand as my eyes widen in realization. “Th-This is mine?!”

“We’ll everything on here is yours,” he says with a wink. “Your Ruthless King included.”

I’m speechless as I take a steady step forward, realizing this isn’t some sort of hallucination or prank. This is real… legit… I’m being rewarded for surviving.

“Zayn…” I struggle not to choke on tears as I take another step, followed by another. “I-I-I get a reward?”

When was the last time I’ve been given a gift? An opportunity where someone took their time after multiple conversations with me to get me something I’ve desired for years?

It’s sad to confess that nothing comes up.

Absolutely nothing, for so many years…

When I’m inches from the bike—from Zander—I don’t even know what to do. Admire the bike? Blow out the candle? Kiss Zander and fuck him to his heart’s content?

“I-I don’t know what to do,” I admit, realizing how teary-eyed I am while I struggle not to sob.“Zayn… no one… I’ve… never been gifted anything like this.”

He scoots further back on the bike seat, patting the front, encouraging me to come sit.

Instead of sitting forward, I move to sit facing him, encouraging the softened grin before he cups my face with his free hand and pulls me forward until our lips collide.

He groans as if he’s been needing to kiss me for days, months, or years. It’s something I’ve always appreciated about Zander. He kisses and shows passion like it’s our last, no matter the occasion.

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