Page 211 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Wright Laboratories. There’s mention of some sort of fire at one of their private facilities. Looked to be a specialized hospital. Unsure of the area of treatment. Was burned down thirteen years ago.”

Wright…

“Casualties?”

“Two patients. Identifies classified.” She’s typing away before multiple clicks echo in the background. “There is mention of Leighton in the report, sir, but… it seems incomplete.”

There we go.

“Nothing showed up when Leighton was brought up,” I validate one last time.

“Clean, sir,” she emphasizes the word a third time.

“Then we have our X marks the spot,” I encourage. “Locate every bit of detail revolving around this apparent fire. If we need further access, I’ll have to bug Theo for his alumni access.”

“Understood, Sir. I will compile an extensive report by next week,” she assures me.

“Good. I’m heading to bed,” I conclude. “Don’t stay up too late. The next few days will need our utmost attention, which means proper rest.”

“Yes, sir. I will ensure I’m well rested for the week ahead.”

We exchange goodbyes, leaving me in silence as I wonder what the Leightons could be hiding. If it was a fire causedby Father, it wouldn’t have wiped it off. He enjoys claiming incidents that bring him closer to securing an Empire or organization that benefits him.

He may wipe out his record from public access, but in the royal records, he purposely leaves a trail. To remind those who do their research that our Empire isn’t one to mess with. Prescotts do something similar, but they showed up negatively in Hannah’s search, proving their involvement in this is extremely slim.

“I could ask Wright myself,” I mutter, but I don’t want to subject myself to a confrontation if not necessary.

Marcus is far more cunning than I’d dare to admit. If he knows what we’re focusing on, he’d potentially find what we’re seeking before we get a chance to put the pieces together.If he wished to keep it a secret, he’d wipe out any strand of evidence.

We don’t want that, so I must avoid it.

My ears pick up on a sound that cuts through my concentration.

It’s the tiniest of noise, yet my instincts are on high alert in a matter of seconds. Despite the property having hidden security and four snipers on duty at this moment, there’s always a possibility of someone sneaking through our defenses and entering this private space.

I walk silently, an easier task to do when barefoot, as I place myself at specific points on each mat, so they don’t make a noise that gives away my approach. When I reach the door, I hear the quiet shuffles approach, and they stop right when the sound comes from behind the door.

To get my gun would give me away, so I tense up to reflectively punch the opponent if I open the door and don’t initially recognize them.

Counting to three in my mind, I inch the door open as if intending to leave, and my eyes catch onto the glimmers ofsilver. My hidden fist stalls as my eyes meet those drooping ones of smoky blue.

“Precious,” I quietly state, noticing the flicker of reflection in her exhausted eyes. Opening the door further proves it’s Eva, wearing silky blue pajamas. She rubs her eyes to try to look more wakeful, but the poor girl is tired as fuck.

The way Zander and Ares have been taking turns fucking her all week, I can see why she’s struggling to keep her eyes open.

“Hmm?” She looks confused at first, as if she can’t comprehend why I’m here when she’s the one who came to me. “Matteo.”

My cock twitches at the way she says my name with that whimsical moan.

“Yes, Sweet Precious?” I lightly brush my hand along her cheek to give some sort of physical contact. She closes her eyes at the touch, encouraging me to cup her cheek and the extent of the touch. “Do you need me?”

God, I wish she knew I wanted her.

Having her in that spaghetti crop top that thinly lines out her perk breasts is taunting enough. Add in the way her pants hug her curvy hips perfectly further entices me to claim what I want.

“You weren’t in your room,” she mutters, trying to open her eyes a bit wider but failing miserably.

“Why? Did you want to sleep with me tonight?” I quietly ponder. I don’t want to hype myself up, or I won’t dare sleep. She’s slept in Zander’s and Ares’ rooms out of comfort, which I deemed a blessing and a curse.

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