Page 103 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Lesser priorities?” I expect him to acknowledge it verbally faster than me thinking it, but I don’t expect the butter knife to barely miss this woman’s head.

It hits the wall far back, right along the doorframe, leaving everyone speechless as all eyes go from the butter knife to Thea. Her cheek is bleeding in seconds while her whole body quivers like a leaf. She’s pale as a ghost in three seconds flat.

“Now, who said Dolcezza was ‘less’ anything?” Zander requests.

Ares is next to sigh loudly. He’s sitting opposite Zander in black khakis and an orange t-shirt.

“I thought we agreed upon the new rule of ‘no violence at the table,’ Zander?”

“How can I keep peace in my space when this cunt dared interrupt it with such stupidity?” Zander argues. “She’s lucky I’m in a good fucking mood, or I wouldn’t have missed.”

“Which fucker is the one who interrupted the service to begin with?”

All eyes fall on Aries, and how intriguing it is to see him at the table as our fourth Ruthless King.

He’s not trying to look sophisticated like his younger counterpart. He looks utterly bored as he leans back into his chair, one arm swung back along the wooden vintage seat. His eyes are lazily staring at the ceiling instead of the commotion while he leans back so his seat attempts to keep his weight on the wooden back legs.

He’s pretty much a mix of Zander and Ares.

Impatient because he hates wasting time but grasps the importance of images.

It’s far different than his usual bodyguard exterior.

I don’t mind it.

Works perfectly for our dynamic.

“W-We haven’t—” One of the other maids tries to speak on Thea’s behalf but is interrupted.

“We did it.” I figured one of the three guests would have admitted to the act, but to boldly do so is actually ballsy.

The one who speaks is the newcomer I have no clue about.

Unlike the blue-haired male on Domino’s right side, this dirty blonde on Domino’s left looks far too young and inexperienced to be representing anyone.

He’s certainly not projecting ‘Ruthless King’ material.

“Hmm,” Zander hums. “A shame you admitted that now. If it were anywhere else, I would have enjoyed blowing your brains out.”

“Stop trying to act like you’re the shit,” Domino snaps in Zander’s way. “As if you’re not a soft, weak coward when you’re on your meds.”

“Your enjoyment in portraying me as a mentally insane prick is getting old,” Zander dryly notes as his eyes begin to narrow.“Bold of you to insult me in our place. Last time I checked, you were homeless, or did you forget about that?”

Domino grits his teeth, the reminder proving to rub alcohol into an open wound because it’s true.

Unlike us, he’s currently homeless with nowhere to go.

I thought he’d swiftly situate himself before school began so the news could be combated, but I guess trying to secure any property on Leighton soil needs big ‘Benjamin’s’ that my little brother doesn’t have.

He got so used to Daddy’s money that making his own never seemed a priority.

“Why don’t we get back to the dilemma at hand,” I rear the conversation to what I deem important. “What are we going to do about this clothes situation? My wife needs something to wear.”

“I have something to wear.”

Lifting my eyes to the doorway only forces me to hold my breath becausefucking hell…

There’s Sweet Precious Gem, wearing my shirt that cloaks her body far too perfectly. Her hair is up in a ponytail, those hanging silver strands descending along her shoulders with a hint of curl in them that gives a bountiful effect as she takes a few steps into the breakfast hall.

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