Page 66 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“But try to punch me again and I’ll ensure you have a restraining order placed upon you that will ensure we can’t be in the same fucking country.”

Domino bites his bottom lip hard as he growls in response. Pushing Matteo back, he lowers his arms to his side, despite how they quake with anger.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Domino snaps.

“I already introduced myself,” Matteo says with a cocky grin. “I mean, I know we have different mothers, but I do believe I look rather similar to Father, don’t you agree?”

This man knows how to taunt.

“So… are we gonna clean the body before it gets messier, or…” Zander brings up, which forces Domino to lower his gaze and acknowledge Anna’s dead body.

“Wh-What the fuck?! Why would you kill Anna?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Matteo states with a shrug as if he’s innocent. “What? Have a soft spot for the bitch because she taught you what it’s like to be sucked off?”

I’m not the only one flabbergasted—and fucking disgusted—with the reveal.

“Or are we just supposed to assume Eva was the first since you forced her to suck you off because the thrill of hurting her is all you thrive on?

“Shut the fuc?—”

“Out.”

If it isn’t the flick of the safety that makes everyone freeze, it has to be the emotionless order from Mr. Prescott himself.

Domino dares to glare at the man, despite the silver gun that’s pressed to the side of his head.

“You know I don’t repeat myself, LeightonJunior,” he emphasizes and gives a rivaling smirk. “Or would you even carry that title?”

Domino holds his tongue this time, and for a moment, he looks at the man he dares call his father.

“You’ll regret siding with them,” Mr. Leighton states those words as if they hold some hidden relevance. They have to because Domino’s eyes narrow before he relaxes his stance. “I’m still waiting.”

Domino looks around the room, acknowledging each of us and lowering his gaze to the set of thick contracts.

“You think I can’t claim what’s destined to be mine,” he whispers. “Just you all wait.” He turns away then, stompingtoward the doors. “You’ll beg for my forgiveness in the end,” he vows, but it’s Zander’s laughter that sends him off.

“Whoever’s first to be six feet under wins,” Zander hums.

The moment Domino is out, the woman with her black blindfold, Hannah, enters and closes the door shut. Turning her attention to Matteo, she gets to the point.

“I’ve ensured we’ve been given enough time to complete the contracts and get cleaners in to wipe the room in time for the next set of Kings,” she announces. “Would anyone want an alcoholic beverage in the meantime?”

“Whisky,” Matteo and Mr. Leighton say in unison.

“Tequila,” I groan.

“Scotch,” Aries announces.

“Just bring me the whole vodka bottle at this point.” Zander laughs. “Wow. This is going to be a thrilling year! Please tell me I can kill at least five people along the way?”

“Only if you control that manic side of yours,” Matteo complains. “You’ve been far too unhinged.”

“If you call this unhinge, you’ll never want to see me lose my shit,” Zander gleefully states. “But that won’t happen… unless you take Dolcezza away from me. Then whatever happens to you is your consequence.”

The funny thing is, I believe everything he’s saying. Looking over to Aries, I’m forced to acknowledge we may need him after all.

Out of these three men, I’m the weakest link right now.

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