Page 96 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Eva can?—“

“Can you guys stop fucking talking?” I snap. I sound mad.Or irritated.Or it’s just the agonizing pounding in my head. “Ugh! Everything is so annoy—” I roll over in an attempt to get on my front side instead of my back, but that simply lands me on the floor with a lovely ‘thud.’ “Ow.”

The silence makes me want to cry.

Or maybe I am crying.

I don’t care anymore.

Today just isn’t starting well.

“Sweet Precious Gem.” I expected the voice to be far more scrutinizing and coming from the phone I manage to still grip in my hand, but the voice comes from above me.

Opening my eyes doesn’t give me much to work with, but in seconds, silver glasses are being slid onto my face, revealing a clear image of the man I least expect to be at my side so early in the morning.

“Matteo?” I say with a sob, realizing my tears are only contributing to my struggling vision.

“I guess we were a bit too rough on you last night,” he comments far too calmly, as though I hadn’t insulted him and the others by shutting them up. “Maybe tomorrow we should ensure we sleep before six in the morning after a night of foreplay and sex.”

Foreplay and sex?

I gawk at him while his words register in my brain.

“But…” I begin while I feel the heat spread through my cheeks. “It’s… not like I didn’t enjoy that part.”

There has to be some sort of reasoning for this random fable we’re making up on a whim.

“Oh really?” Matteo’s amusement is as clear as day in his deep voice. “I don’t want my Precious waking up irritable.”

It feels odd to admit, especially when I barely know Matteo on a deeper level, but this nagging need to please and make him proud overrides my original desire to make things difficult for my Ruthless Kings.

Especially Domino.

“I-I’m not!” I lie. “I’m… hangry! Yes. Very hangry! Wild sex is extremely draining, you know? You guys had me upside down at one point!” I don’t know what position I’m trying to point out, but it makes Matteo chuckle.God. He even laughs nicely. Is that allowed?“So, of course, I’m not in a good mood, but I’ll be fine once I’ve eaten something,” I assure him.

“Then I shouldn’t delay you.” His announcement follows with him crouching down on my side and scooping me up like I’m not at least 180 pounds.

“M-M-Matteo! I can do it! I can walk! See. Legs working!” I kick my legs for added measure, my face tomato red from the glimpse I get of my reflection in the mirror.

“And why would I let my Ruthless Queen walk when I’ve yet to feed you?” he inquires before setting me on the washroom counter next to the sink.

He’s grinning like a boy who’s far too excited to have some fun. It’s such a mind fuck with how he looks so mature, yet allows himself to portray an emotion outside of anger and venomous disgust.

Domino barely smiled, especially when it came to me.

“Do you need anything?” His voice is far lower now, as if he doesn’t want his words to be heard by anyone.

“N-No,” I admit, but the nagging pounding in my head is going to be a problem.Especially if we have guests.“Okay… maybe some aspirin or Tylenol? This headache will be troublesome if I don’t tame it now.”

He slowly nods while admiring me, his hand easily gathering the strands of my hair that are in my face and guiding them back until they’re resting behind my ear. I notice his intrigue as he takes me in up close. How do you describe a moment like this?

When a man you barely know looks at you as if you’ve always been their world, but the feelings were never reciprocated? It makes me feel like I’ve done something wrong.

Or maybe I haven’t done enough.

“I’ll get something for you,” he assures me with the intention of leaving, but I tug at his white dress shirt, unable to let him get far.

There’s just something about him looking away that gives me deja vu.

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