Page 1 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

Prologue: The Flames Of Victory

~GEMINI~

Victory….

This must be how it feels.

The elation of achieving something so grand and yet impossibly unachievable.

How many hours did I spend thinking this through?

The patience.

The constant reminders.

Again…and again…and again.

So much time wasted being humble and humiliated.

But look at this grand display of revenge.

Stunningly satisfying.

The flames dance across the massive screen, their orange glow reflecting in my eyes as I watch my carefully orchestrated plan unfold.

Around me, the horror-struck gasps of thousands echo through the stadium, but I remain still, transfixed by the display.

Beautiful. Haunting. Perfect…so fucking perfect.

I fight to maintain my shocked expression, though inside, euphoria courses through my veins like liquid fire. Years of torment, of being belittled and broken by Domino, culminate in this single masterpiece of revenge.

The best part of it all is this is only the beginning of my true plan.

Right now, this is only the climb.

My tainted obsession…

"Oh my god," someone whispers behind me. "Is this real?"

Very real.

Oh so fucking real that it’s hard to not get teary-eyed at my cunning accomplishment. To grasp all the steps needed to get this magnificent outcome, and the best part of it all is knowing there’s no way to be traced.

I remembered Hannah's precise instructions, the careful timing, the meticulous planning that went into every detail. She had been my silent partner since day one, but who possibly new we were even acquaintances?

Absolutely no one.

She understood exactly what needed to be done without me having to voice it.

My fingers trace the crystal bunny on my jersey — Matteo's number glittering under the emergency lights. The power outage had been essential, creating the perfect canvas for this reveal, an illusion of pain and mayhem that would lead all eyes to this grand screen for further instructions.

I dare to glance at Domino across the ice and I get to enjoy every slow second of his burning demise. To see the shock settle into the lines of his handsome face. To watch the panic and fear settle within the depths of his pupils that are growing wide by the second.

To witness how he takes what’s being played and recorded, and it isn’t long before he grasp the situation at hand.

The chaos ensued to all those he yearned to impress and be favored by.

Now that dream is exactly that.

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