Page 60 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

Aries’ position was being Warren.

Verena’s bodyguard.

He doesn’t fit this new equation that’s unfolded out of fucking nowhere.

As a Ruthless King for MY Sweet Canary.

“Are you finished?” Aries asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I all but glare down at him before I’m suddenly beneath him.

With a barrel pressed to my left temple.

“Aries.” Matteo’s still looking at his papers, but his stern voice is crystal clear. “I don’t have a cleaner available right now, so save it for later.”

Not even trying to say my life is valuable.

I don’t know whether to be ticked off by his nonchalant attitude or the fact Aries listens to him—the gun to my head is now absent, just like his body weight.

Zander comes into my line of vision with a wide grin on his lips.

“So… wanna talk it out now, or are you going to wait to vent to Dolcezza so you can get pity sex?”

“Really?” I snap at him, only encouraging his chuckle.

“Don’t be jealous that I can get sweet pussy whenever because Dolcezza loves me.”

“Do we have to have this conversation here?” Poor Mr. Prescott looks disgusted. “I rather not listen to you speak about my daughter and your bedroom activities until I’m fucking out of here.”

“Why don’t we talk about your grooming alumni Ruthless King friend over there who tried to fuck Gemini when she was small then?” Zander tosses back and leaves the room in tense silence.

Shit…

I don’t know if it’s instinct, but Aries and I are up and standing in the middle of the path between Matteo and Mr. Leighton in a heartbeat.

For good fucking reasoning because Matteo’s not only staring menacingly at his father, but the look in his eyes screams ‘unintentional murder.’

“Can we choose our battles wisely?” Mr. Leighton suggests. “I deal with enough shit from Prescott. I don’t need a bunch of children acting as though they know me because they’re drunk on pussy.”

“None of us want to hear that from you, of all people,” Aries notes.

I hate that I have to agree with him.

“Unless you have an actual excuse for being a pedophile, I feel as though this is the perfect time to confront you, Mr. Leighton.” Zander doesn’t give a shit about the stakes right now.

“Threatening someone who can take the very ranks given to you away is a dangerous game to play, Mr. Benedict,” Mr. Leighton warns.

If the tension gets any higher in the room, things will get out of control.

“Try it,” Zander dares. “I like pushing buttons enough to get actual results.”

“Benedict.” Matteo sounds exhausted by my psychotic best friend. “Take your fucking pills and sit in the corner, would you?”

We’re looking to Zander, waiting for him to go ballistic on our new fearless leader—because that’s what Zander would do in this vital moment of authority—but he just stands there.

Staring at Matteo with an unreadable expression.

The man in question is back to his papers.

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