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SIGN AND DINE WITH REAL ROYALTY

~MATTEO~

“You think you’re some champ because we heard all of that?”

Walking into the room, I realize the breakfast space is filled with maids, servers, and our unexpected guests for the morning.

It’s honestly too early for any of this, but God.

After eating that woman’s pussy out, I’m far too happy to give two shits.

Nothing has ever been able to break my resistance. Not years in that rusting cage that kept so many in captivity as we fought for our lives in hopes of freedom. Not in an instance where I was forced to make a decision in a single breath.

Yet this woman made me crumble with pleading doe eyes and a begging whimper.

Fucking hell.

I’ve met the woman who makes me question what the hell I want now that she’s in my life.

No. She’s always made me question what my future would be like if she wasn’t some sort of motivator to me.

From the moment my eyes laid on her when I was in my teens, I wanted to help her in some sort of way. Make her life easier. Her mood happier. Make the world sweeter than it was.

Yet, back then, I didn’t have an ounce of power.

I had plenty of dreams and words to back them if I dared to share my intentions with anyone, but I’ve learned as a Leighton that words mean jack shit in this world.

Actions force people to cower and tremble at your feet.

“Good Morning, sir.” Hannah’s greeting is obviously on purpose, encouraging those who are on my payroll to further bow in submission. “When should breakfast be served?”

“When my wife arrives and is comfortably seated,” I encourage. “Don’t rush her. She’s deciding on what to wear.”

One of the maids gasps, grabbing our attention.

“Yes, Thea?” She flinches at the way I say her name.Or maybe because I know her name.“Is there something you wish to share with us?”

“Um…” Oh, the way her voice is trembling makes me grin.This is going to be delightful.“There was a delay in the laundry services at Leighton Royal Dry Cleaner Services. All the clothes chosen for Miss Leighton won’t be arriving until later this afternoon.”

I catch onto the smug look on my little brother’s face, the satisfying glint in his eyes proving he had to have something to do with that.

No worries.

“And who was in charge of that?” I ask while I’m at the end of the table. My chair is already being slid out, expecting my descent into the cushioned seat.

Hannah is on my right side, her blindfold of choice today a dark red with a hint of pink flickers in the silk material. Shewears brighter blindfolds when she anticipates the day to be ‘entertaining.’ It’s more amusing because she won’t “see” it and yet her predictions are always accurate.

Crazy, to be honest.

“M-Me, Sir.” She’s already shedding tears and on her knees.Cute.“I-I wished to inform you this morning, Sir Matteo, but your guests insisted on speaking with you out of urgency. I didn’t wish to put the potential news in peril with lesser priorities.”

Lesser?

The sudden chuckle doesn’t come from me, but Zander who is seated on my left side. He’s in black sweatpants and a neon green t-shirt. His hair is still messy, like he just got out of bed, while he leans back in his chair, spinning a butter knife between his fingers.

His confidence with weapons at his fingertips is acknowledged by many.

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