Page 170 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“He reaps what he sows,” I mutter with a sigh. I can already feel the pounding headache beginning to annoy my senses.

“If that was the case, he’d be dead,” Keir notes but places a hand firmly on my shoulder. “You good?”

That’s a good question.

Am I “good”?

As in, am I mentally correct to be around strangers? I take my time to assess myself, how I feel and where my emotions are in the well of balance.

Years of focus are what got me here. I’ve trained myself not to snap or lose my cool in the heat of the moment. Being outin the open so often now is testing years of growth, but intense situations like these take a toll.

“Yes,” I finally answer. “One more cigar will do. I’ll sit in the car and finish it before I meet with my wife and the others.”

“The wife you haven’t put a ring on yet,” Keir reminds. “Have you even taken her out on a date?”

When I don’t answer, he and Theo laugh.

“This fucker needs a damn ‘How to Make a Woman My Wife’ manual,” Theo taunts.

“For Dummies,” Keir adds. “Fuck, Matteo. You’ve been out of the dating game so long, you don’t even know how to romance a woman. Yeah, she’s your Maiden, but jeez. Try to be romantic once a month.”

“Says the guy who doesn’t give his Maiden the time of day,” I sigh. “You underestimate yours because she’s shy and quiet.”

“The quiet ones are the best in bed, though,” Keir notes. “Just squirming and little mews. Get them out of their shell, and they’re raunchy seductresses ready to pounce on your cock for hours.”

“We can tell that ain’t his Maiden,” Theo notes. “I doubt she can take on the real Matteo. She’d run for the hills.”

“Nah. That woman has to be just as crazy, having Matteo and Zander in one group. The only semi-sane one is the model.”

“Yet this is his brother,” I acknowledge with a point to unconscious Aries. “I’m not surprised if he’s not hiding his own secrets.” I pause and add, “As for Evangeline… she may be the first woman to stand me.”

“Stand the you NOW or the REAL you,” Keir emphasizes. “‘Cause you know there’s a very big difference.”

“She let me bend her over in the Archway and slap her pussy with a belt ten times before I fucked her hard and deep,” I summarize in one breath. Exhaling, I mutter, “And said next time we should use a safe word.”

“A safe word I bet she won’t even use,” Keir states and whistles before he registers what I said. “SHE LET YOU SLAP HER PUSSY WITH A BELT?!”

“You sound mortified.”

“That wouldn’t turn me on,” Keir admits, but I see the intrigue in his eyes.

“Nah. You’ve never tried it,” Theo notes as he works on lifting Aries up, with Aries’s arm along Theo’s shoulder. “When you get a taste of how a woman quivers and begs for the violence you put them through just to please their man, you’ll never want to go back to basic shit.”

“You make it sound as if you’ve done that to Anastasia,” Keir grumbles but is moving to help Theo.

“I ignite hate in that woman’s eyes for just existing. If I get to slap her dripping pussy with a belt, society won’t see me for a week. No, a fucking month.” He’s shaking his head. “No. You’d never see me again.”

The way he says it that has me laughing with Keir.

“You’re an idiot,” Keir mocks. “You’d impregnate her if you spent all that time.”

“Need an heir eventually, but she’d hate me for life.”

“Why do I feel as though that’s your intention?” I offer and watch him shrug.

“Maybe yes. Maybe no. Maybe I don’t fucking know,” he hums and adjusts Aries on his shoulder. “Alright, let me drop this fucker in the basement of my house.”

“Don’t torture him,” I huff with a side gaze his way. “He’s still a Ruthless King. Not a Savage Heir.”

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