Page 33 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Yes, Sir.”

There’s no point in reminding him where we stand on this pyramid of power.Especially when he saved me from bleeding out to death.It does annoy me, but again, I have bigger problems to unravel.

Starting with how did my Dolcezza intercept this shit?

Ares nickname for her should be a code name when we’re on missions and shit.

Cunning Canary is an understatement.

The moment the chilled air hits my face, I feel a sense of relief. With fall well into motion, the chilled mornings have descended upon us. It reminds me of those chill nights when my parents first passed.

Those nights where initiations were made.

I wonder if that’s when I began to lose my sanity.

“Get to the point,” I announce. I really don’t want to waste time.Truthfully, I want to sleep.“Prescotts are on our side.”

“I can’t see why they wouldn’t be.”

I’m forced to look at his side profile, taking in the details of his face as he stares forward, admiring the horizon. His expression is hard to read, as though he’s wearing a mask, despite his desire to make me believe he’s simply amused by this whole situation.

“You think they’re unaware of what happened on the ice?” I question.

“They’re very aware.” He turns his head to me, and I’m forced to acknowledge the unique shade of his eyes.Pink fucking eyes.“They weren’t very joyous about the video footage presented to them.”

I frown at the revelation, which perks his interest as he tilts his head to one side.

“Are you going to keep acting as if my existence is such a hindrance to you?”

“I never said or projected such,” I mutter in disdain.

As if I’m not playing his stupid mind games.

“You’re disassociating yourself. Meaning, you don’t want to acknowledge I am who I say I am,” he announces like some sort of psychologist. “Do I need to reintroduce myself?”

“I know who the fuck you are.”

He smirks and raises his hand, forcing whoever is in the shadows from holding off their intentions of shooting my head off.

Not fucking surprised.

“Speak it into existence,” he suggests, to which I all but remain silent. “I’m sure if Precious Gem acknowledges me, you’ll have no choice but to do the same,” he offers.

My silence speaks volumes, and we both know it.

“The video was presented by Mr. Leighton himself to Mr. And Mrs. Prescott,” he carries on with the conversation at hand. “You can safely assume they weren’t very impressed watching their only daughter almost perish by the ‘favorite’ son.”

I give him a look while his smile spreads.

Pure mockery.

“I won’t deny,” he begins as he graces me with a look as our eyes lock. “My heart galloped a little too fast seeing thedisappointment and disdain in their eyes as they watched it from beginning to end.”

He’s a psycho…

That’s going to be a problem because there can’t be two psychotic fuckers in our dynamic.

“Don’t worry,” he assures me and dares to reach out to pat my shoulder. “My level of sanity is far more controlled than yours.”

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