Page 95 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

To validate that he isn’t some weak imbecile trying to run a set of Kings that carry plentiful assets, money, power, and fame.

Matteo Leighton knows exactly what he’s doing.

Which may make him the most cunning and dangerous Ruthless King Leighton Royals University will ever experience.

He may outshine his father…

No.

He will because that’s his ultimate motive.

To make a new path for him and his fellow allies to walk upon.

Loudly, for the world to acknowledge and praise in fear.

With a slight glance over my shoulder, I see the man I’m about to follow and protect. My new boss and ruthless leader. The man who has every intention of making Evangeline his wife.

A menace to our society.

For the first time in my lifetime, I’ve finally met someone I dare to say I fear.

Fear he’ll lead me on a path of pure destruction.

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GOOD MORNING, RUTHLESS QUEEN

~GEMINI~

“Ugh.”

The pounding of my head is one thing, but the annoying ring of my phone has me seething to stop its nagging. “What the fuck do you want with my existence?”

I don’t get why I feel a sense of deja vu with my words, but I couldn’t care less right now. I’m tired, sore, and want ten more minutes of sleep.

“Eva.” The voice is soft, leaving me frowning as I fight the hazy blanket of exhaustion plaguing me. “I need you downstairs for an unexpected meeting.”

I don’t know why Domino is pulling my leg, talking all nice and shit, but I won’t have it.

“Fuck you, Domino!” I huff.

Hearing chuckles in the background follows with that familiar voice that’s full of glee.

“I think your kindness is messing with Dolcezza, Matteo. You should speak a tad deeper so she can tell the difference.”

Matteo? What is Zander talking about?

“You think you can take my place and yet look? Your Maiden is saying my name and not yours. How does it feel to be involuntarily rejected?”

I’m even more confused because Domino is speaking in the background, but he was just on the phone.

“What the fuck?” I try to stare at my phone screen, but my vision has clearly gone to shit this morning. “Why are there two Dominos? Does the world want me to suffer a mental breakdown?”

“So pigtail’s still incoherent when she wakes up, huh?” I know that voice. I swear I do, yet I can’t put my finger on it.

Too many voices, too much talking… everything is too much.

I feel overstimulated for no reason, and it’s becoming intolerable.

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