Page 46 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

I’m sure one of Benedict’s goons will inform him of that, but I don’t care.

This year is going to be fun pushing his buttons, especially.

“Good evening, Royals. The night has come to celebrate and praise the official Kings of this academic year. As founder of Leighton Royals University, I’m honored to introduce this year’s chosen set of Ruthless Kings and their Maiden, who will hopefully ascend into her role as Ruthless Queen in the years to follow.”

The camera centers on Father and how his eyes are bright with excitement. It’s as if he’s beaming with anticipation for this grand moment to be unraveled into the vast world.

I’d be a fool to think he’s proud of what’s about to ensue before our society.

Yet, a tiny speck of my heart wishes he was proud of what I’m about to get myself into.

“As a Ruthless King Alumni myself, I’m well aware of the criteria that are set in the shadows for the chosen Royals, which they must overcome to be victorious. I’m also aware that some Royals, despite being originally chosen when the academic year began, can have the opportunity to rise into this grand role due to their various contributions in our tainted world.”

The fact Father was a Ruthless King in the past explains all the madness within our family dynamic.The abandonment and obsession with another, despite having committed to my mother.It was never a laughing matter before, but as I stand here, waiting to claim my new role, I’m beginning to realize why he did.

Why it was so easy to throw away the life he built to claim a new one with no strings attached.

Just benefits, power, and the given chance to rise to the very top of our sinister world.

“Without further ado, I’d like to announce the official Ruthless Kings… of Havoc.”

The vast crowd expresses their surprise at the new name change with various ‘ohs’ and ‘awws.’ Men in suits and women in extravagant gowns, desperate to know if this change will benefit or ruin their hidden ambitions.

A delightful sight.

“The first Ruthless King of Havoc,” he begins and searches the crowd. When they stop on his target, he continues, “Zayn Benedict.”

No one is surprised as applause immediately kindles from the announcement. The camera falls on Benedict and how his bright green eyes are the first to be acknowledged by many. The serious expression matched with the prestige yet unique attire that dons his frame.

He’s in a bright purple suit. The teal green flower on his right side matches the silk tie that’s tucked marvelously against the black dress shirt. His hair of planting white is gelled back, allowing everyone to acknowledge the various black piercings that twinkle with the spotlight centered on him.

What makes me smirk is how the camera briefly stills on the tiny bunny pin that’s placed in the middle of his tie. Not many will recognize it, but I’m very confident that Domino will.

If he’s observant enough to begin with.

Benedict makes his way to the platform, igniting chants and applause. You can tell many are relieved he’s remained in his position.Afraid losing his reigns as a Ruthless King would only spark that psychotic madness that would truly wreak havoc on everyone… regardless of whether they contributed to his downfall or not.

With a few head bobs and a rare smile to a group of men before the stairs to the stage, he’s walking along the platform and greeting Mr. Leighton with a half bow. Shaking his hand to finish the greeting, Mr. Leighton gestures for him to stand on the left side of the stage.

Soon enough, the room is as silent as ever as we all wait for the next chosen King to be announced to the masses. Mr. Leighton doesn’t delay.

“The second official Ruthless King of Havoc is… Ares Albrecht.”

You can tell who’s the popular favorite in the female department by the way high-pitched squeals ignite from the announcement. Squeals, cheers, applause, and women jumpingup and down. It’s as if a real celebrity was appointed the role of president.

It makes me a tad glad Precious isn’t like the majority of these squealing women who are seeking any form of attention. It irks me the wrong way, especially with how they pull their phones out to take photos of the model sensation as the spotlight falls upon him.

Women like these would ensure all your secrets are laid out in line like laundry.

Then cry desperately when a gun is pressed to their head.

Albrecht is donned in an auburn-orange suit that’s matched with a black flower and golden tie combination. He mimics the black dress shirt aesthetic that Benedict followed and is purposely fixing his tie as he makes his way on stage—just so the camera’s attention falls on the same bunny pin fixated on the fine silk surface.

Everything is falling into place.

Every action holds an intentional purpose.

My ‘sweet’ little brother will soon realize how a real leader takes the reins of a powerful group of men—and allows a Maiden to feel safe at his side so she can dwell in her unique femininity.

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