Page 127 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Long time, Leighton,” she responds with a cold tone. She looks completely uninterested in this interaction. In fact, from her intense expression, it’s as though she never wished to be a part of these ‘meeting shenanigans.’It has to be forced.“Can you enlighten us as to why we’re summoned here? It’s an insult to waste Prince Theodore’s valuable existence to the world.”

“Settle down, Sia the bitch,” Keir insults and dismisses her with an eye roll. “When we’re on Leighton soil, we’re all the same pieces of shit, so calm your royal horses down.”

Sia’s grimace makes Keir grin proudly and look at Theo.

“You have to be denying your Maiden a good fucking because she’s in a rotten ass mood.”

“We had unexpected guests this morning,” Theo announces. “It was a bit of a hindrance.” He looks to Matteo. “Long time, Matteo. I saw you at the Gala but didn’t want to intrude during your victorious moment.”

He then turns his attention to me.

“So, you’re the Ruthless Maiden,” he declares. “You’re a cute petite.”

“I’m 5’6,” I acknowledge with a pout. “But then again, I guess compared to both Maiden’s, I’m the shortest one.”

Theo surprisingly chuckles, catching Sia’s attention as she side-eyes him.

“I had to ask because height always bothers Leightons. You react like your father.”

I want to answer, but his statement proves he knows I’m connected to Leighton and not just Prescott.

“But you’re far more tamed than him,” Theo continues and takes a step forward to look at me from head to toe. “Interesting enough, my gut is telling me there’s a dangerous force in there.” He leans in then, far too close for my liking, but I stand myground as we have some sort of stare-off. “See, little Maiden. Some would say I have a bit of a psychic element to myself. I react to energies and people’s vibes. Either I like you, or I don’t. Can you guess how I feel about your presence?”

“Despise me,” I confidently assume and watch the devious smirk that forms on those smooth lips.

“Crazy to admit, I feet a strong sense of both,” he proudly bestows as if it’s a reward. “And only one woman has given me the same vibes.” His eyes narrow while he tilts his head. “You look exactly like her.”

He has to be talking about my mother.

“The first Ruthless Queen,” Matteo decides to speak up as his hand is now the perfect barrier between my face and Theo’s. “That’s her mother.”

“Eh?” Keir actually gasps, and he’s next to Theo and looking my way as well. “No fucking way. She’s married to Prescott.”

“Evangeline Ivanka Prescott,” I declare and don’t hesitate to add. “Or Leighton if you want birth technicalities.”

Keir whistles while Theo arches an eyebrow my way.

“Two Empires under your belt and you’re with Matteo,” Theo concludes and tsks. “Diabolically disgusting.”

“Admit it!” Keir’s laughing and pushing Theo. “You’re jealous as fuck! Who gives a shit about your royal title when this bitch has two powerful Empires under her belt!” He points to Matteo. “She’s the bitch you’re marrying?!”

“She’s not a bitch,” Matteo mutters with an eye roll of annoyance. I feel as if he knows these two are nothing but a nuisance in his life. “And yes, I have every intention of marrying Eva.”

“Three fucking Empires!” Keir clutches his chest. “Well, fuck this. I ain’t playing no games with y’all. My royal Empire can go in the fucking corner ‘cause I’ve lost.”

“Shut up,” Theo grunts and pushes him right back. You can see the less serious side of him come out now as he punches Keir’s arm. “If we’re here to flaunt, I could have done so by emphasizing Anastasia’s new royal status as she’s in the midst of ascending to the throne.”

“No one gives a hoot about your bitches throne,” Keir whines and points to Isyha. “My bitch is a royal princess and is going to be a Queen the moment she returns to her roots. She would have already ascended the throne if her family wasn’t doing us a favor by allowing her to be here and get a dose of Deviant Etiquette from the American Society of Bloodshed and Misery,” Keir mocks. “Plus, I finalized another deal last night. Our Empires are on the same level now, Theo.”

“Fuck you,” Theo snaps back.

“C’mon. Get back to your psychic shit. You always predict cool stuff like death and misery, so is Matteo’s girl dying or what?”

“Can you not wish death upon my wife?” Matteo orders with a glare.

Keir groans and lifts his arms up to defend himself.

“Alright, alright. Don’t go sending your blindfolded mascot to leave those devilish pink bunnies in my bed like the last time when I accidentally insulted the love of your life when I mocked her for being a disabled bitch.”

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