Page 105 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Neither,” she answers as she crosses her arms over her chest and spreads her stance just a little bit. That has more than one of us admiring her legs once again.

Fuck.

My cock is already hard and pressing against my pants. I couldn’t stand up if I didn’t want everyone to know how turned on I was by this woman’s presence. It’s not like I’m embarrassed by the idea, but in this tense situation with these fake bastards spying on our morning, it’s best to be as discreet as possible with how important Eva already is to me.

This is why they inconveniently came by this morning.

To see if my future wife has any power over me.

“Why not?” Zander genuinely asks.

“I’m faster than both of you, remember?” she notes, and we’re all widening our eyes because she not only moves far too fast, but that butterknife in her grasp is now sticking out of dirty blonde’s hand.

He’s saying an array of curses before screaming in pain.

The maids and servers simply stand there, gawking in horror.

All four of us at the table don’t move. Our expressions are concealed just as fast.

Domino looks surprised, but his navy-blue-haired counterpart is not only unfazed but looks utterly disappointed.

“Your reflexes are absolute shit, Flex,” he announces. “No wonder why you didn’t make it to the hockey team.”

“Mother fucking bitch!” He curses and glares up at Eva as she simply peers down at him. “You fucking stabbed me.”

“My knife wouldn’t have hit your hand if you weren’t trying to slap my ass,” she announces so casually that I’m not sure I should be surprised or intrigued.

But this man thinking he can slap my wife’s ass?

“Should be lucky she moved two seconds earlier, or else she would have stabbed your pulse point, Mr. Mallon,” Hannah announces. I’m sure everyone is looking her way because they’re having a mental debate as to how the fuck she was able to see anything with a blindfold on.

Hannah and her secrets.

I make a mental note to ensure these two get a moment to be around one another.

My Precious Fighter would enjoy Hannah’s company.

“Why the fuck were you trying to slap her ass?” For a moment, everyone seemed to be looking at me, but I’m positive my lips didn’t move to make such a harsh statement. That gives us no choice but to acknowledge Domino’s seething expression as he glares down at his apparent “ruthless associate.”

“You said we should intimidate her! Jeez. Did you forget which side you’re fucking on?” Flex snaps in obvious agony.

“You little piece of sh—” Domino begins but is cut off.

“Aside from the obvious beef between my boy and the new Ruthless Kings of Havoc, we’re here for some business.” Navy-haired slips his hands into his pockets, but his gaze remains on Precious, who is standing there, arms still crossed along her waist, which accentuates those perky breasts of hers.

Twirling a butterknife.

“How did she get another fucking knife?” Domino grunts accusingly to the table.

When no one wants to reveal the truth, I simply sigh.

I already know it’s Zander, but there’s no point in revealing our cards.

“Precious,” I use a softer tone that grabs my ruthless beauty’s attention. “Why don’t we get down to business so you can eat? You must be starving after the wild night we had, yes?”

As if her stomach decided to work on my payroll, we all hear the loud growl that echoes from where she stands. Those cheeks are hot red in seconds before she’s pouting embarrassingly in return.

“Yes,” she finally answers. It’s secretly adorable to see the way she can switch from being a confident badass and a typical flustered female getting caught being vulnerable.

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