Page 125 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Should I ask?”

“Nope,” Keir chuckles as he peels the shirt off his flesh, revealing his skin that is chiseled to the max. He has scars all over his flesh. It’s almost as if in some sort of design in itself.

Purposely placed to symbolize something through torturous methods.

“Just know Theo punched the living shit out of him back and laughed about it. He’s coming with his Maiden any moment now.”

“Right,” Matteo still looks troubled by this Theo guy being punched by Domino. He doesn’t linger on it as he looks at Ishya, encouraging her to answer the previous question.

“Yes. They were here briefly due to an emergency,” she confesses. “However, it was sorted. They wish your Empire well. You are very respected in our country, where your name is honored and praised for the unique medicine you’ve sought to be brought past our borders, despite the backlash.”

Medicine? Backlash?

I listen intently as Matteo slowly bobs his head.

“Health should never be used as a weapon. No matter if one is rich or poor,” Matteo emphasizes. “It’s the government’s choice to keep playing the wicked game. There are plenty of ways to get what is needed into that country, no matter if they have armies at the ports.” Matteo shrugs, then. “The President knows how powerful I am, even there, so he can gladly try to defy my movement if he’s ready for a pushback.”

Ishya nods in understanding and looks a bit grateful.

“Thank you for not giving up on us.”

Matteo nods everso slightly, but his attention is back on Keir.

“Domino and his little posse tried to reclaim his title this morning.”

I’m impressed Matteo is willing to share such with someone like Keir.

Aren’t they supposed to be some sort of competition?

“And how far did he get before someone had a bullet to their head?” Keir taunts in excitement.

“Not a bullet, sadly. That got rid of the planted vase, though. He’s so crazy driven to get our father’s approval that he conned one of the maids to bring that vase from the Leighton Manor over to our new humble abode. Amusing when it’s rather obvious, seeing as we’ve barely decorated shit. A two-million-dollar vase is rather obvious.”

“Worth pennies now, seeing as it’s in pieces,” Keir acknowledges. “So, the maid dead.”

“Heartless,” Matteo notes.

“Ah. Look how kind you are, Matteo.” He exaggerates the words as he lifts his shoulders and drops them dramatically. “Even when you’re diabolical, you’re thinking of saving others.You have a soft spot for saving the lives of innocent children. Whichever child got the heart will be grateful.”

The maid who helped Domino set up that spying vase is dead, but they donated her organs?

This conversation feels like insanity because, as sickening as it sounds to kill someone for following Domino’s orders, it also feels warranted because that person blended in with our staff to conduct the deed.

Meaning it can happen again, and that’s why Matteo sent a message by killing and donating the organs.Hoping the news will spread through the staff in various royal households and make it crystal clear any aid given to Domino will lead to organ harvesting and, eventually, death.

It makes me worry whether security will be a problem at our new place.

“You’re not the type to let anything slide, though,” Keir points out as he crosses his arms and tilts his head. He has a pouting, intrigued look on his face. “You let it slip on purpose?”

“Wanted to see what he wished to do,” Matteo admits. “He had a file of forcibly doing something to our Maiden and hoped to leak it out. I’m assuming he came back to claim his title and recreate the same instances for new content.”

I swallow the lump forming in my throat as I register what Matteo is implying.

What does he mean recreate?

“Ah. So, say if he gave her a blow job or fucked her in the ass humiliatingly back then, he probably doesn’t have the file anymore. Whatever he could have shown you had to be a decoy,” Keir offers the example, but from how he says it, I feel like he knows more than he wishes to confess.Did he see the tape?“That’s such basic King shit. Trying to blackmail your Maiden with a sexual act you forced on her. What was he gonna do?Show it to Daddy dearest so he can praise him for a job well done?” Keir is laughing menacingly.

“Who needs a tape? If I wanted to fuck my Maiden before the congregation of our families to prove a point, I would do so. You don’t need it to be taped and flaunted to the rest of the world. It loses its value at that point.”

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