Page 35 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“I placed her on the ice to prove a point.” That’s all he says.

Yearning to leave my imagination to do his bidding.

“Sir.”

The feminine voice cuts me out of my spiraling thoughts, but it’s the barrel to my forehead that makes me roll my eyes and side-glare at the woman standing there.

The blind bitch.

“How the fuck do you even see with that stupid blindfold?” I know the answer, yet I feel this urge to ask it so she can hear just how annoyed I am with her existence. Women being so close to me just makes my skin crawl.

She hasn’t earned my loyalty, let alone the audacity to be near me.

“Step down, Hannah.”

I catch onto the slight dip in her pale lips, but she follows his orders, retracting the gun she had to my temple.

“You’re the type who enjoys wearing a blindfold and masks for the hell of it,” he answers me instead.

“It’s called a kink,” I correct him. “Dolcezza enjoys it very much.”

I look at his wrist, realizing why this blindfolded bitch thought it was wise to put a gun to my head; the sharp edge of my blade dared make a tiny dent into this man’s flesh. I stare at the blob of blood forming at the tiny poke.

“Don’t copy it,” I insist and lift my gaze to meet his calm set of eyes.Having pink eyes should be sinful. Fucking illegal.“That’s mine.”

“The bunny mask is a part of my brand, though,” he argues and enjoys the way he sneers. “But I can make an exception depending on circumstances,” he suggests and leans in. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll stop using those emotions of yours and see how familiar we are.”

When I bare my teeth at him, he all but shrugs.

“Precious Gem would think so.”

“You don’t know what she thinks.”

“You and I both know the answer to that comment,” he offers and leans away from me. His offered hand still stands.

“Watching people have sex is a kink I don’t want to be involved in.”

“Ensuring the woman in my current care is given the best hospitality after my younger brother tried to kill her and triggered an onslaught of health issues would only be ideal given my spoken agreement to take care of her,” he argues in return. “I can’t possibly let her parents down.”

“You actually made an alliance,” I dare whisper.

“I didn’t make an alliance, Benedict.” The sinister flicker that consumes his eyes at that moment makes my heart gallop, not inuncertainty.But in actual fear.“Evangeline was always destined to be mine. The only difference is, she had to be ready to reclaim her throne.”

Reclaim…

Something clicks in my mind.

“Three… Empires,” I whisper and meet his gaze as that sinister flicker morphs into gleaming pride.

“And we can invite a fourth one,” he offers. “As long as you’re willing to cooperate, of course.”

The blob of blood takes the opportunity to begin to trail down his wrist.

Like a paid fucking actor.

We watch it together, as his offer still stands, but I need to clear one last thing.

“Ours.”

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