Page 126 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

I try to ignore how my stomach drops sickeningly. I look to Ishya, noticing how pale she is, despite her golden skin. I can tell how comfortable she is with what’s being said, but she remains silent—just like me.

“He hasn’t been slapped with reality yet,” Matteo concludes as his arm snakes around my waist, bringing me against him. His touch is warm despite me suddenly feeling rather cold. “Decided to show him that I can also play that game.”

“What in the fuck did you do?” Keir looks far too excited.

“Had him and his male associate at gunpoint. The associate ‘enjoyed’ giving Domino a blow job,” Matteo reveals, making Keir gasp in glee. Literal happiness sparkles in his bright blue eyes.“Told him if he dropped the phone in his grasp which we ended up putting in a glass coffin, he’ll lose. He did a good job not dropping it through the sexual endeavor.”

“But?” Keir presses.

“Hannah shot the vase.”

Keir is staring at us for ten solid seconds before he’s laughing far too hard. He’s gripping his stomach by the time he’s attempting to recover.

“Matteo Giulietta Leighton. You did not use your father’s hidden vase camera to broadcast that shit to the Leighton Household?”

Wait… what?

“If it got there, then it’s not my problem.” Matteo shrugs casually as he uses his free hand to run through his hair. “I didn’t place the vase there. He did. So, if that means broadcasting whatoccurred for the Leighton Empire to witness live, that’s out of my control. I didn’t set that up. Besides, I’m the secret eldest who just came out to our society. Everyone is well aware of that now, meaning I still don’t have access to my father’s estate. What do you think that projects?” He surprisingly looks to Ishya as though waiting for her to answer.

She cringes at the attention but bows her head while she replies. “That this Domino set the camera up on purpose, hoping to acquire attention and sympathy from our society.”

So, she’s listening. Interesting.

“Our society will make him a laughingstock before twenty-four hours!” Keir’s bouts of laughter echo around us. “Matteo! You’re a fucking savage. How could you let that occur? You don’t pity the boy? He’s like a man-child with no idea how demonic and merciless our society is!” Keir may be saying this in mockery, but there’s a hidden warning in his voice. As if he does feel sympathy for Domino, who just fucked his rep even further by trying to fuck us over.

“He enjoys hurting what’s mine,” Matteo announces as I feel his fingertips dig into my flesh. It was almost to the point of being painful, but I remain relaxed and calm as Keir and Isyha’s eyes were on me. “So, I wanted him to have a taste of how far I can go if he dares push me.”

“He won’t listen,” Keir chuckles. “Did the associate walk out alive? Were there any other witnesses?”

“Marcus was there,” Matteo points out. “As for the associate, Mr. Mallon, he is still alive.”

“Alive but being utterly humiliated right now.”

The foreign voice encourages us all to peer behind us to see the two tall figures heading our way. I have to stare for a few added seconds because these two may be wearing similar uniforms to us, but their entire vibe is far different.

It screams royalty.

The way they seamlessly walk in unison. The styling of their hair gives off a sophisticated persona. The added jewels of gold accentuate their uniforms to project a wealthy ambiance. It’s both memorizing and a tad intimidating.

Despite their entrance, I stand my ground, knowing I’m not the weakest link. I’m standing next to Matteo because he sees my potential. He doesn’t see me as solely an accessory. That, in itself, proves I have enough room for improvement to show the rest of the world my talents and growth.

Making a mental note to ensure I find out the various Maiden duties I need to review, my centered focus is on new arrivals as they jump right into the conversation.

“Guess you haven’t reached the main building yet,” the tall man with stunning white hair declares. It’s long but slicked back into a ponytail, allowing everyone to admire the very white strands.

It takes me a few adds to focus my eyes to see the tidbit of light blue in his hair. I can assume he chose this particular shade because it’s not naturally born greys.

It’s as white as snow with a pinch of arctic blue.

“We came a tad late,” Matteo admits.

“And you know it has to be some entertaining shit when this fucker of a Leighton is late,” Keir teases while putting his hands behind his back. “Prince Theodore Ferdinand. What an honor to meet the leader of the Savage Heirs in the flesh.”

“Shut the fuck up, Keir,” Theodore surprisingly responds, causing Keir to laugh while Isyha and I are gawking in surprise.

I didn’t expect him to swear off the bat, especially when he looks like a prestigious model who’d never do a thing wrong to ensure his celeb royal status was maintained.

“You know he did that on purpose, Theo,” Matteo calmly notes. It makes me realize how relaxed Matteo is now. As if heknows these men would never have the intention of hurting each other. “Greetings, Princess.”

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