Page 228 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

Then who the fuck did it?

No way would Domino release his own tape because what benefit would it give him?

This is the ultimate gift of humiliation anyone can experience, and for once, I allow my heart to feel pity for my little half-brother because I can see it in his eyes.

Ambitions, hopes, and dreams… all twinkling away as they shatter into stardust.

“Fuck!” The curse from Domino’s follows with the inevitable—watching him cum in Flex’s mouth.

The video stills there, at the expression that shows that moment of bliss on Domino’s face, despite the circumstances. What would be celebrated in the privacy of a male-to-male relationship is left to be ridiculed and labeled with disgust.

Numbers begin to show up on the screen, projecting 70% OFF in red. They begin to multiply as voices from what sounds like fellow students begin to speak on the intercom.

“Domino is ruthless! He has no shame!”

“He fucks anything that moves. Why would we want to be with someone who abuses women?”

“Abuses woman? He abuses men, too.”

“Did you hear about Flex? I heard those posters were blackmail after he was assaulted.”

“Assaulted? By who? Flex is cocky, but hell. He doesn’t deserve that.”

“He rejected someone.”

“Rejected? Who?”

“Domino Leighton.”

His name is repeated multiple times as it pops on the screen again and again, plastered around Flex’s entry Leighton Royal University Photo.

You can see the boyish excitement in the photo, as if he was ready to embark on this journey that would make him into someone great in our society.

Then Domino’s name is plastered all over it until another photo has everyone gasping in shock.

There’s Flex hanging from a rope, his body dangling. I’m not the only one who grasps that this isn’t just a photo. It’s a LIVE video. His body swings from side to side, blood dripping from the side of his parted mouth and seeping down into his opened eyes.

You see a spark in the background, and suddenly, flames begin to set ablaze, causing many to gasp in horror. Fire spreads quickly, as though gasoline riddles the place that has to be a warehouse of the sort, but no one can stop the inevitable as we watch in horror as Flex’s dangling body goes up in flames.

Watching the flames leaves me speechless as I realize how cunningly beautiful and maddening this display is.

I’m not sure we even want to know who did this shit because I’d be tempted to recruit them.

Taking advantage of the distraction, I look at Marcus, noticing he’s horrified by it all. He looks just as taken aback as everyone else here, meaning he wasn’t in charge of it.

Not with that intense flicker of fear in the depths of his eyes.

Burning. Fire. He’s frightened of fire. He wouldn’t have set that place off.

Zander is next, but he looks just as deep in thought as me. When he meets my gaze, he slowly shakes his head.

“I didn’t do it,” he mouths to me, and I believe him.

Ares is next, and it doesn’t take me long to see him next to two individuals in suits. He doesn’t seem as surprised by the theatrics happening, but he looks just as confused as I feel.

Looking back at Zander, he shakes his head, agreeing with me that it couldn’t be him. It makes sense. The culprit can’t be here if this is happening in real-time.

Someone had to set the fire off.

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