Page 59 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

~ARES~

“If you’re mad, just say that.”

There’s always been two things that trigger me.

Being betrayed will always be number one. Two is being set up to look fucking stupid.

Today, I feel like both are hitting every trigger point in my system.

Which is why my fist punching my older brother in the face must be warranted.

“B-B-Boys!”

I don’t know who this bitch is, trying to interfere with our current dispute, but she’s nonexistent in my line of vision cause all I can do is lift my arm up with every intention of punching Aries a second fucking time.

“Aren’t you going to stop them?!”

The shrill of the female voice is really pissing me off. I pause to give her a death glare that has her flinching. She rushes to stand next to Mr. Leighton, who is observing us as if this isn’t problematic in the slightest.

“Stop them?” There’s Zander’s gleeful voice that only hums with pure laughter. “I love it when these two fight! It’s so delightful!”

“M-Matteo?!” The woman seeks the ‘new’ leader of our group, but the man in question is sitting with one leg crossed over the other, reviewing one of the contracts that needs to be signed. “A-Aren’t you going to interfere?!”

“Why?” He doesn’t even lift his gaze. “Let the heirs fight. If one dies, at least the other inherits the Empire and saves us the trouble of confusing their names.”

That has all of us looking at him like he’s lost his fucking mind.

“You know, if I wasn’t utterly obsessed with Sweet Dynamite and acknowledge what a threat you are, I’d actually like you,” Zander says like it’s some sort of compliment. “Don’t let it go to your head, though. Dealing with your cocky son-of-a-bitch younger brother left open wounds and lingering trauma that’s yet to be tamed.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Matteo announces. “And halfbrother. We don’t have the same mother.”

“You really don’t care that your newly appointed Ruthless King is getting beat by the current one?” Saint Joaquin genuinely asks. He doesn’t seem concerned.

More so, curious as to how Matteo will reply.

“Aries Albrecht is a trained assassin and has a body kill count of five thousand four hundred and eighty-three,” he announces, leaving me too stunned to move. “Doesn’t include the kills during his time in the military, in the last few months here at Leighton serving his duty as Eva’s bodyguard, and the year he serviced in Russia after his accelerated graduation from Leighton Royal University.”

Accelerated graduation?

He finally lifts his head, and it’s rather frightening to admit how closely he gives off Mr. Leighton vibes and yet still looks so similar to Domino.

Just more malevolent.

“If he wanted to hurt his little brother, he would have done it in the first two seconds since we arrived here,” he concludes, as though it’s common knowledge to everyone in this private room.

When no one has anything to say, he carries on.

“So, let him have his hissy fit tantrum, and let’s get back to the nuisance that will join us in a few minutes.”

Watching him return his attention to the documents while I’m so ready to punch Aries one more time deflates any conviction I carried to fuck his face up.

Maybe I am being a spoiled brat right now, but what the fuck was that?

Why the fuck is Aries joining our set of Kings?

I know that’s not what’s bothering me.

Heck, I bet they all know what’s grinding my fucking gears because I’m a selfish prick who hates adapting to change. Once I’ve claimed something, it has to be mine, and anyone who gets a chance to be near has to have their designated position.

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