Page 145 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Go take it,” I emphasize. “I’ll be fine with Zander.”

Matteo seems hesitant, but sharing a look with Zander is enough for him to bob his head. “I’ll see you guys at lunch.” He walks to my side and gives me a firm kiss, his hand gripping my ass, which is still sore as hell.

I have to stop myself from flinching at his touch because it’s still so sensitive after he fucked me senseless in the archway. I won’t deny that it was mind-blowing and something I never thought I’d have the confidence to be a part of, but fuck.

I’m really sore.

At least I’m full after some random server came to bring an assortment of breakfast items for me to munch on with orange juice.

“Oh, right,” Matteo comments before he slips his free hand into his pocket and pulls a card out to offer it to me. I can tell immediately it’s a black AMEX card.

One look and I’m surprised it has my name.

No. This is… Evangeline Ivanka Leighton…

“I canceled the order for clothes. I assumed you’d want everything set for you, but Ares mentioned in the car you like to personalize your outfits and would like to explore different styles.”

Wait. Ares said that in the car?

I had to have dozed off because ‘dessert’ was rather exhausting.

“Zander can take you when classes are done. I have to meet with some contacts after classes today, so I’ll be back late.”

“You won’t join us for dinner?” Maybe it’s selfish after everything he’s done for me, but the one thing I still wanted to try to instill is sharing dinners together.

All of us.

“You want me to?” He doesn’t seem weirded out by the idea but more so curious as to why it’s a big deal.

“Dolcezza likes us having dinner together,” Zander emphasizes. “All of us at the table, even if we’re mad or despise one another. Unless something comes up that’s unavoidable, we try to always have dinner together.”

Matteo debates about it, causing his phone to stop ringing and start over a third time.

“Okay,” he ends up stating. “I’ll be back before dinner.”

I’m surprised he’s willing to go that far.

“W-We don’t have to start it this week if it’s too troublesome. I know you’re bus?—”

“No.” Matteo shakes his head. “I’m busy, but the rest of the world can wait. My Ruthless Maiden is a priority. A higher one than those bothering me with business transactions. I’ll be there.”

“O-Okay.” I don’t know what else to say. “Thank you, my King.”

He nods and kisses my forehead. Bobbing his head in Zander’s direction, the two share another one of those intense five-second looks before he finally picks up his phone and spins around to walk in a different direction.

“Sir Leighton speaking.” I can’t hear anything else he says as he’s further away, walking up a set of stairs.

I notice how three men in black are already a few steps behind him, looking all around on high alert, while Matteo heads toward the corridor where his locker probably is. Since he’s entering the year a few weeks in, they probably couldn’t put his locker in the same building as us.

“So he needed to fuck you into oblivion before he seems relaxed around us,” Zander states when I’m swallowing the last bit of my scone. I almost choke on it from how he says it so accusingly.

He ends up patting my back as I finally manage to swallow the piece.

“Zander, I swear you have the intention of killing me involuntarily,” I whine and give him a look.

“I’d never do such a thing,” he notes but is pulling me against him. I flinch when he lightly brushes my right upper thigh. “Fucked you hard, huh?”

“Are you mad?” I inquire. “If it’s too distracting, I can buy a pair of stockings.”

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