Page 227 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

He curses under his breath.

“You think you can pause dying until after midnight?” he offers, using Sweet Precious typical terminology to lighten up the dread in his voice.

“I need more than that to make the decision easier,” I go along with it.

“Ascension.”

Mother fucker.

“Don’t tell me it?—”

“Tonight. Gowns and Suits. Different Gala. Not too far from here.”

Guess I’ll be going with a fucking sling.

Suddenly, there’s a loud grunting noise that repeats through the speakers, spooking everyone out until the majority of the stadium quiets down to try to decipher the noises repeating on the speakers.

Or… moans?

We’re still engulfed in darkness, many using their phone flashlights to provide some form of light as they wait for the generator to kick in. Then the massive screens flicker on, showing something I never thought we’d witness on such a massive platform.

The gasps of horror, as shrills from women across the stadium, contribute to the outcry of dismay at the sight of the imagery being shown to everyone in this stadium.

It’s not just a few hundred people.

There are twenty-five thousand individuals in this space, watching the sick madness on the screen.

I have to fight myself from losing consciousness, blinking away the black dots to the best of my ability.

“Marcus, get me up,” I urge him.

He lifts me up with his left arm along his shoulder, taking most of my weight, which is impressive. Zander’s rushing to getup from his padded knees, but we’re all staring at the screen projecting what we witnessed firsthand.

Because I instigated it.

There’s Flex on his knees, sucking cock. It’s close up at first, the sound of his struggling gags and sucks emphasizing what’s being done.

Before anyone can intervene for the video to be cut off, there’s Domino in all his glory. The background is darkened further, ensuring no details can be seen of our manor, but I’m positive no one is focusing on that.

Everyone is watching the wrestled expression of pleasure forming on his face as Flex sucks him off.

“Shit… alright, that’s enough,” Domino pleads from the video, but the inevitable is going to happen.

I pull my eyes away, looking for the man himself, to find him alone on one part of the ice, staring in horror at what’s being shown to the world.

To realize this was actually leaked despite losing the challenge I’d set up for him.

What’s making my mind fight to understand is who leaked it. I know Leighton had access to it. That it became Leighton Manor property, and we didn’t take the initiative to delete it there because it skipped our minds, but someone had to have the approval to leak this.

Father is cruel, yes, but this?

I try to find him in the crowd, looking at the VIP suite because that’s probably where he is.

Not only do I find him, but he’s standing with Mr. Prescott, Saint Joaquin, and Iva.

All of them look mortified.

The expression on my father’s face proves he wasn’t the one to release the tape. It’s too real and raw, meaning he may nothave had the chance to even see the extent of our torturous game.

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