Page 44 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

Everything is placed on the scale, waiting for the fine moment to balance out at equal weight, but the mockery of our current hierarchy system does this whole analogy an injustice.

How can one be balanced with only three crowns on the table?

Four would be better.

Balanced equally on both ends.

All I need is the opportunity to set things into action.

“That’s a complicated system,” the woman mutters. “And the Maiden? What about her? Most of them aren’t from royal backgrounds.”

“You’re right,” he agrees. “Which is why marriage comes into play.”

“M-Marriage?”

Now, I can’t stop the way my grin spreads so effortlessly across my lips. The cunning piece to this grand prize that so little deem valuable in this game of survival. It’s laughable to think so many of these Royals avoid this option.

Talking about finding love and never having the emotional capacity to be married off to a stranger out of convenience.

I find it fascinating, but it also proves that these individuals have never wanted something so fucking bad. Never been in a position where one tiny move can strip away every piece of security you carried effortlessly on the surface. If marrying another will not only secure your built foundations but accelerate your rise on the power scale, it’s nothing but a win in my books.

And if you fall in love with that chosen asset?

My eyes drift to Precious Gem, specifically on the new mark on the side of her neck. It’s still slightly red, despite the few days and cream treatments placed upon the flesh to encourage the healing process, but the symbolized mark is still clear as day.

A crooked-looking heart.

Falling in love with a woman whose heart is already stolen from someone as psychotic as you is an even more dangerous game to play.

And she wants me to share…

The thought irks the very possessive side of me that wants to keep her all to myself, but then again, I have to remind myself that I’ve come a long way.We both have.The real truth is begging to be spoken into the world when it comes to our coiled past, but alas.

Loyalties need to be established first.

Once the alliance is sealed and contracts are invoked, maybe then we’ll have the guts to confront the hidden truth neither of us wishes to confront.

“What better way to secure an alliance with your Maiden? She doesn’t have to be a royal to have some value.”Another amusing comment if I do say so myself. “I know it’s not every Maiden. Some are completely useless or even depreciate your value, but that’s also determined by this secret council. Thinkof them as their own society of royal fuckers. See that elder guy? That’s Saint Joaquin himself. He’s a multi-millionaire and founder of his own university. They say their Royals make up a good chunk of assassins and mad crazies who do the most intense missions. He’s a part of that secret society and contributes to the decision-making process. It’s fucking wild.”

Saint Joaquin.

The billionaire motherfucker who owns the biggest drug dealership in the underground.

He’s also a good business partner of mine.

Any illegal drug yet to touch the surface of common society is at his fingertips. Need the cure for cancer? He has it. AIDS? He has it. Injectables to bring you back from the dead? He has a generous supply reserved for emergency situations.

The man is a God in our secret society’s eyes.

And as of now, he’s on our side.

“H-How do you know so much?”

“Used to research shit with Danny. It’s kind of why I’m shocked he fucked up like that. He, of all people, should have known how unhinged Albrecht is. He’s worse than his older brother, yet hides it perfectly.”

I’ll admit, that’s a true fact I didn’t think was real. Not until I observed what he did after we secured Precious Gem’s health status in that locker room. Ares Albrecht could be more dangerous than his older brother, the ‘bodyguard.’

Truthfully, I feel that role is out of his true calling.

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