Page 55 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

This is new to everyone because the haunting silence that follows his words has the attention of the three. None of the men seem to have a problem with the suggested situation from the past.

My mother, on the other hand, is surprisingly upset from the way she’s crossing her arms over her chest.

“And where have you been snooping your head in, Matteo, to be discovering such guarded assets?” I guess that means it’s potentially true. “You have to be considered an alumnus to have access to such tidbits and must have their permission to share with the public.”

“I did get permission,” Matteo assures her, and I notice how he carries a cocky smile that lights up those stunning eyes of his. It’s cunning with a smidge of insanity.

It reminds me of when Zander gets super excited about something.

“From who?” she requests.

“From our fourth Ruthless King, alumni of Leighton Royals University, Aries Albrecht.”

What?!

I’m not the only one speechless.

The room is as silent as I’ve ever heard all evening as the curtains behind us open once more, revealing a very different man from the bodyguard who has protected me all these years.

The way my stomach flips in somersaults is nothing like the prickling chills that run down my spine at the sight of the man I acknowledged was my Warren.

This approaching man is so far different from my bodyguard.

Magenta and silver locks, styled to one side to show the lengthy piercing along his cartilage. Butterfly tattoos along his neck are intricately designed to hide the detailed skull that blends perfectly with the beautiful ink masterpiece.

He’s in a pure white suit with a silky black dress shirt that compliments the ombré black tie that shifts into a lovely burgundy-magenta mix. Those eyes of silver, the bare absence of color in them, are haunting to look at as he approaches.

Those lips of his are not in their usual emotionless line, but upright in a diabolical smirk that allows us to notice the onyx lip ring on the left side to match the onyx chains hanging from the sides of his pants.

When he reaches where we stand in silent awe, he has one hand in his pocket while his left rises to further run through his hands through his styled locks. He ruffles it up just a bit, enough to give off some sort of warning that perfection isn’t something he strives for.

As if we can’t possibly feel the bad boy vibes he projects instantly with his presence.

What catches my attention is the very familiar mark that accompanies the back of his hand.

One that mimics mine, Zander’s, Ares’, and even Matteo’s.

I can see up on the massive screen behind the crowd that the focus is placed on the marked symbol, the raw redness indicating how freshly new such carved masterpiece is against his flesh. The written words within that symbolic creation are repeated on multiple lips.

Property of RKOH.

I realize that speck of a difference.

Unlike Zander’s, Ares’, and Matteo’s symbols, which strictly state Property of RKOC, Aries’ marked symbol proves that we’ve ascended into our next stage. Risen to our new roles that he is projecting to the world is one he will be woven into.

It doesn’t mean our markings don’t hold value.

Quite the opposite now.

The symbol will remind us of where we started. When our commitment to our rise began, and as we continue to rise, we’ll be forced to never forget our roots.

That’s what makes this mark powerful.

From the looks of Saint Joaquin, Mr. Prescott, Mr. Leighton, and even my mother, they give off a sense of approval from their gazes that dance between pride and admiration.

This could prove that to us that university for royals isn’t a game. We’re not doing this for the hell of it.

Carnage was always the rooted desire of my Ruthless Kings uprising, but wrong leadership led them astray. However, this new stance has already ignited Havoc, which is exactly what we aimed for.

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