Page 42 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

Yet, here I am, growing wet at the mere idea of this man getting a taste of me.

“Matteo Giulietta Leighton.”

This is going to ignite nothing but havoc in our world.

We know it.

Thrive on it.

Accept the ultimate madness it will ignite in this royal society of sickos.

“A pleasure to meet you, Halfbrother.”

Let the real games begin.

10

LET THE HAVOC BEGIN

~MATTEO~

“Leighton Royal University continues to be a prestigious academic institution, admired across the globe. With applications tripling by 500%, it’s clear how worthy and high-demand our university is among the top legacy-creating foundations.”

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

All the years, repeating this very scenario in my mind and how it would unravel so flawlessly for our sinister world to see.

I’m finally ready to walk out of the shadows.

All the sacrifices my mother made. How her happiness had to be shattered all because power in this world is far more gracious than reality. If only she’d been born into riches and grace like my father, my future wouldn’t have been played with like falling dominos.

She’s somewhere in the audience. Sipping champagne and blending in so she won’t interfere with this revelation. Despite the distance and hints of disdain I’ve yet to heal from, her presence gives me a sense of support.

It forces her to acknowledge the consequences of her actions and why we’re entering this new era without a need for morals.

“Many of our students are not only taught various skills and knowledge that can help them survive the royal lifestyle outside these walls, but there are also many who have proven great promise in becoming grand leaders of empires that have been running for generations.”

I fight hard not to smirk as I watch the coach, Mr. Hennessy, speak. I’ve met the man on two occasions. The first was to acknowledge how familiar I was to one of his players. The second time was in hopes of recruiting me.

I’m sure the third time will go exactly the way I want it to.

Him standing on this podium as the announcer for tonight’s grand event, in a full tux that makes him far more professional than his ‘gruff’ appearance, at least to my taste.

I enjoy it when men keep themselves professionally clean. The only occasions one should look like they’ve gone through war is when fighting for their life, winning any form of sport, or eating out the woman of their dreams.

I couldn’t care less about the order.

“Many of our students are not only taught various skills and knowledge that can help them survive the royal lifestyle outside these walls, but there are also many who have proven great promise in becoming grand leaders of empires that have been running for generations.”

That makes me want to laugh. Half the student body can only encourage the growth of insolent fools who think their blood relation to rich aunts, uncles, or grandparents suddenly deems them worthy of attending Leighton Royal University.

It’s only entertained because how else would the real feigns of power and connections blend in so flawlessly? Let the cocky fakes be in the line of danger while the real deals grow their empires in secret.

“Every school has sets of Royals who have surpassed the standards laid on them. They’re unaware of the secret standards they’re fulfilling until this very night, when their positions are acknowledged, solidified, and celebrated. With many watching in the shadows to see the raw performance of these students, it is then determined by the royal society who deserves to maintain their rights of being Kings. It also invites the opportunity to introduce their chosen Maidens who will strive toward becoming Queens.”

My eyes can’t help but drift to the woman patiently standing by my side.

God… she’s beautiful.

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