Page 4 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

It’s a shame to admit the truth.

I can't stop now.

The game is far from over.

Let the real Obsession begin.

Fight For Breath

~ZANDER~

My cunning Sweet Hummingbird…

I knew how devious our Ruthless Queen could be,but this?

This masterpiece in this flawless execution is something no one saw coming.

Not even the bully who’s not become the victim.

I’d laugh if I weren’t chasing after the woman who’s probably thinking multiple things.

Worry…fear…and hopefully pride.

I’m more than just proud of this act of vengeance that probably isn’t the peak of her brutal retaliation

I’m fucking inspired by it.

My brain’s gears are moving with anticipation, trying to figure out how things can get better after this grand humiliation that will ruin so much for Domino. There are very few instances where he’ll be able to recover from this, and if he does, it’ll always leave a scar.

One he deserves to wear while his empire falls to fucking pieces.

The moment Matteo says her name, every instinct in my body ignites with urgency. The way her eyes had glimmered with that hint of victory - it was beautiful yet terrifying. Tracking her down is easy when everyone around us is still processing what just happened, but I need to reach her.

To confirm the real from the lie. The deception from the honest truth.

To determine who am I madly in love with.

Deep down, I know the true answer to all of this.

My Sweet Dynamite has evolved into something far more lethal than any of us anticipated.

Two sides of one coin…

And now she's in danger.

Because no one gets out of Leighton’s grasp without brutal consequences…

"Eva!" I call out, shoving through the crowd of panicked spectators. They’re beginning to bicker. The whispers grew louder. The urgency within the atmosphere spiked in heightened intensity, making the herd yearn for escape and rebellion after witnessing something so sickening.

The emergency lights cast eerie shadows across frightened faces, but I catch a glimpse of silver hair disappearing around a corner.

"Fuck."

My hockey gear weighs me down, but adrenaline propels me forward. The sound of my skate guards hitting concrete echoes through the corridor as I sprint after her, stripping one piece of heavy equipment after another, making things easier with each racing step forward.

"Sweet Dynamite!" I try again, watching her slip through a side exit. "Stop, Eva!"

She’s running away.

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