Page 65 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“So what better way for revenge than by targeting her kid? By allowing her to be bullied and planning her ruin?” Matteo suggests and his side profile now looks no different from an enraged psychopath. “That’s why you gave Domino that syringe filled with enough venom to paralyze Eva.”

If her eyes were wide before, they’re the biggest they can be now, with her open lips quivering uncontrollably. You can see the desperation in her dark brown eyes.

The urge to lie.

Yet, the silence is the only answer anyone needs.

“Observers don’t just watch and stay silent, Anna,” Matteo whispers. “They hold grudges. Make trials. Create a plan that will ensure one’s deserving downfall. What’s the best part of it all is that time is not a factor for us. We can wait days, months, or even years to exact our revenge. When we finally get our chance to strike, we do it so flawlessly, and not a single person expects it.”

When Matteo smiles now, it’s the true definition of a victor.

“You’re my guinea pig because I want to prove to my fellow Ruthless Kings that my loyalty is absolute,” he stresses. “Just as my devotion in seeking vengeance for my Precious Fighter grows with every breath you take.”

“P-Please!” She falls to her knees before him, putting her hands together like she’s ready to pray away all her sins. “I-I’msorry! You’re right. Right about everything. I did contribute to the bullying instances against little Gemini those years ago. I-I wanted to get back to Iva in some way!”

Tears are running down her flushed cheeks.

“She got everything she wanted. I-I know the guys weren’t the best. The Kings were known as Ruthless after all, but through it all, through all the madness, she looked so fucking happy! Married. With a child who looked like her. Mansions. Cars. Opportunities left and right. That should have been me! I prayed and begged for it to be me! Yet, I always came up short! I didn’t have the strength or perseverance, and I just couldn’t understand it! I’ve tried to be better, though. After I was demoted, I feared for my job, so I was less mean. I never bullied the youngest child! I just followed orders.”

“You didn’t bother her because you knew they weren’t blood-related,” Matteo concludes.

Not blood-related?

“The youngest Prescott isn’t yours?” Zander questions, directing the accusation to the man himself.

“No,” he announces. “She’s Joaquin’s daughter.”

We all come to the same conclusion.

“What?” Aries, Zander, and I say together.

The loud sound of a gunshot makes us all flinch and pull out our guns hidden in our suit jackets, but the following ‘thump’ proves that Anna’s time has run out.

Just not by Matteo’s hands.

“Was that necessary?” Matteo questions the culprit, who’s now joining us.

Saint Joaquin himself… gun in hand.

“I swear you’re not the talking type,” he notes to mention. “And you lot only get fifteen more minutes to sign those papers before the next set of Kings get to enjoy this soundproof space.”

“A shame,” Matteo dramatically sighs as if he was yearning to pull the trigger. “I was having my moment.”

“Admit it, you wanted to pull the trigger when she started to beg,” Mr. Leighton huffs as he uncrosses his arms, lowers his lifted leg, and rises. “And I’m rather positive she isn’t the annoying guest you said would be here any min?—”

The doors fly open, revealing a stomping Domino, who not only looks furious but is two steps away from punching Matteo in the face.

All guns are aimed at him, but all it takes is Matteo to raise his hand to force us to still—allowing Domino to enjoy his conquest of punching his ‘newly discovered’ older brother in the face.

God, so much fucking sibling rivalry.

“You fake son of a bitch!”

Matteo chuckles as he wipes away the blood that’s dripping from the side of his lip, but the moment Domino tries to punch him again, he catches his fist in a stern grip that leaves Domino no choice but to remain still.

“I allowed you to punch me once, so I can gain pity points from Precious Gem,” he announces and looks my way. “I’ll let you have the pity sex, though.”

This mother fucking?—

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