“Now that the sports and clubs are going to start and hold competitions, good fucking luck,” Scarlett reveals. “Heard a bunch of students are being transferred from Prescott’s University. I’m sure you already knew that, Gemini, but some of those men are still loyal to Domino. Something about them being some posse group when they were kids, so who knows? Maybe he’ll get some redemption if they’re willing to fall for his bullshit.”

“Transferring over, huh?” Marcus notes and looks my way.

I just frown at his attention.

What does this have to do with me?

“Well, has nothing to do with us Ruthless Kings. We may now enjoy igniting Havoc, but this ain’t our mess,” Zander concludes. “We’re heading to class. Don’t go trying to shoot me this year, Barbieri. I’m busy.”

“Shut up, Benedict. I don’t care about your existence!” Scarlett snaps. “Gemini can have you.”

“Good. I tatted her name on my cock to make it official.”

More than one person in the crowd is looking in Zander’s direction from the very loud admission.

“Zander!” I hiss. “And you did not fucking tattoo my name on your cock!”

“How would you know? You haven’t sucked me off today,” he whines. “C’mon. Let’s go to the closet in class, and you can find out.”

“Benedict!” I growl in annoyance, feeling how hot my cheeks are from his loud and bold intention.

“Fuck off, Marcus. You ain’t invited,” Zander calls back, making me realize Marcus is following us.

“I gotta ask Pigtails something.”

“I swear I don’t wear pigtails,” I note and try to stop, but Zander is tugging me to keep moving.

“Ask her when she’s free.”

“When is she free?” Marcus inquiries.

“Uh—”

“Never,” Zander declares. “So, fuck off to your fake Ruthless King, who I can’t wait to kill in my spare time.”

“Why do I feel like you don’t have free time,” Marcus mutters. “Too busy stalking a certain someone.”

“And?” Zander stops and spins around swiftly to get right in Marcus’ face.

I’m shocked by the move because Zander isn’t the type to confront anyone. He just brushes them off and pretends their existence is insignificant.

“Back off,” Zander growls.

“What are you so threatened of when it comes to me?” Marcus boldly states, seemingly unaffected by Zander’s threatening gaze. “What? Am I ringing certain bells with my existence? Or do you react only to your new Ruthless King’s dominance?”

The tension between these two is off the charts, but it’s as though each carries a secret about the other.

I’m just the clueless bystander trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.

“You know, out of all of us, I can kill you the fastest and get away with it,” Zander snarls under his breath.

Marcus lets out a cocky huff.

“I’m aware of your capabilities, but you know mine, and they can become handy when you least expect it.”

“We’ll never need you.”

“My gut tells me that isn’t true,” Marcus hums with a smug grin that makes his eyes twinkle. “I’ve made myself disappear once,Zayn.” The emphasis on Zander’s real name proves onesolid factor.They’ve been close enough in the past.“I can do it again, or better yet, make anyone disappear with a poof.” He means those words. “Are you going to tell Keir I say hi?”