Page 130 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

God…

It’s fucking cute seeing him look like this. What I’m trying to ignore is how my heart flutters at the realization he was actually jealous of me mingling with other men outside of Matteo.

“Thank you.” I reward him by going on my tiptoes and kissing him firmly on the lips. “We’re almost done. Not sure we have the same class, though.”

He seems taken aback by my move at first, but then he’s smiling far too widely.

“Nah. You and Ares are together first class. Schedules got swapped around. I’m in your second and fourth. We’re all together actually for fourth.”

“Okay.” I’m not sure what our classes are specifically, but I assume fourth has to be a group class like P.E. “I shouldn’t delay the others. We have lunch together?”

“Mhmm.” His attention isn’t on me. I follow his gaze, noticing he’s having a stare-off with Keir. I can feel the tension from here, but it’s weird to see Keir with an intriguing look of… longing.

“Zander?”

“Oh, yeah! One more thing,” he declares and reaches into the inside pocket of his blazer to reveal a familiar blade. “Warren said to give you this. Called it Knifey or some stupid shit.”

“Knifey is not stupid shit,” I correct and try to snatch the weapon from him, but of course, this man has to go on his tiptoes so I can reach, even as I try to jump. “Benedict!”

“What’s the magic word?”

I pause my jumping fit to cross my arms and stubbornly look back at him.

“If you don’t give me Knifey, I’ll never suck your pierced cock again.”

His jaw drops. “Wait? Really?” There are the puppy eyes. “But it’s almost healed.”

“Yes, really!” I snap and offer my hand, leaving him no choice but to lower the knife into my grasp with a sulky expression. The rest of his words quickly click. “Wait. Healed? What did you do to your c…” I trail off because I realize I never saw where Zander marked himself. When my eyes slowly widen, Zander grins like the happiest boy alive.

“Oh, look! Class is going to start! I can’t be late. Bye, Dolcezza!” He kisses my neck on that specific spot, making me shiver before he sprints back the way he came.

I’m so flabbergasted with the realization I can’t stop myself from screaming.

“ZAYN BENEDICT! Get your ass back here!”

His hysterical laughter is left to haunt the open corridor while I’m groaning and slapping my face with my free hand.

“This man is absolutely insane! Insanity! Fucking psycho!” I curse. “Who allowed him to mark his cock? Kian would have to me, I bet. It was Arlo. Had to be Arlo. Fucking hell!” I spin around and walk right into Matteo. “Oomph.”

“Should I even ask?” he inquires.

I look up to him, thankful he doesn’t look upset.

“Oh, nothing. Just found out Zander tatted his cock to emphasize his commitment to me,” I groan in defeat. “Fucking insanity!”

Matteo stares at me for at least fifteen seconds as I fume away about how insane Zander is.

“You’re happy.”

I blink and look at him as if he said something insane.

“What?”

“You’re happy,” he repeats and fixes a few strands of my hair that are out of place. “That’s why it upsets you.”

“H-Happy?” I don’t get it.Not at all.

The way he smirks makes me more confused as he lightly places a kiss on my forehead.

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