Page 45 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Wow… but he’s so hot.”

“Uses to his advantage. I would, too, with those looks, but he’s even crazier than Benedict, and we know that royal fucker has bipolar disorder or whatever.”

I’d say that’s semi-true.

Even I wouldn’t push Benedict’s buttons to a certain extent.

You don’t play games with those who have nothing to lose in blood and war.

“So, these Kings are mental cases with money,” the woman mutters. “How delightful.”

“They’re a perfect choice in causing havoc, which is this year’s theme.”

“Theme?”

“You’ll find out after they announce the new Royals of this year, but keep Havoc in your mind. Last year was Carnage, which is why they’re called Ruthless Kings of Carnage for those sets of Kings. Now, as we transition into this renewal, it’ll change to Havoc.”

“Man, you know a shit ton, Damion,” the woman praises.

“I’m gonna be a Ruthless King in three years. Just you wait.”

The three taps on the mic steal everyone’s attention to the stage. I can’t help but acknowledge the way my heart begins to gallop with so much anticipation.

This is what I’ve been waiting for.

At my very fingertips after all the fucking years.

The squeeze of my hand pulls me from my thoughts, my eyes seeking the woman who nervously looks at the screen. I watch as she gulps and tries to steady her breathing.

Aww. My Precious is a nervous mess.

“Eva.”

She seems surprised by my usage of her real name. I don’t blame her. I enjoy calling her my Sweet Precious Gem, but there’s a time and place for everything.

Right now, everyone is watching, including those in the shadows, hoping to grab a pinch of ammo to use against me.

Against us.

“Y-Yes, Matteo?” God, her voice is like a squeaky mouse.I like it.My mind is already wandering, envisioning all the dirtythings I’d love to do beneath the finest satin sheets.Hear her moan my name again and again.“I’m not nervous.”

“No, you’re not.” I find it a bit amusing the way she said that, yet she’s fighting her body’s need to tremble. “Anxious would be the better word.”

“Maybe,” she shyly admits, but for a moment, her eyes darken as she looks to the floor. “He’s here, isn’t he?”

“Yes.” No point in running around the bush. “Will that be a problem?”

She lifts her head then, the flicker of anger resonating in those beautiful blue irises of hers. I love how unique her eyes are. The way they dance is between a lovely blue and hints of silver.

“No.”

Her stern voice with that single word rewards her with a slight smirk from my devious lips. She takes notice, and those cheeks of hers flush naturally in return.

I can’t help but lean in enough that my lips taunt her earlobe with every word.

“Good, Evangeline. Let us secure what has always been destined for us, hmm?”

She visibly shivers at the baritone depth of my voice. I hear the way she barely catches the gasp that leaves her parted lips when I dare to lay a very light kiss on the tender spot that has a new mark upon her pale flesh.

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