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They came back when they knew I was financially good again. No one knew I was relying on Ares and Zander. Even now, all the big purchases I’ve made have been with Ares’ card or the dividends that come from the few hefty stocks Zander set to deposit in my name.

“I knew you were a cold-hearted ass, Domino, but I never would have thought you’d betray your fellow Ruthless Kings,” Ares’ disappointment is as clear as day. “Guess this is why we observe and wait for the gala to confirm shit. There’s always a selfish rat hiding in wait for a nice meal to nibble on.”

I hate analogies and shit.

“Ares, fuck. Let’s talk it?—”

“I have to find Verena,” he cuts me off with his point. “Not gonna let that stalker win our grand prize, all because you don’t know the real truth.”

“What the fuck are you smoking?” I huff in frustration because I don’t know what he’s referring to.

“Just pray we find Verena,” his emotionless voice makes me shiver. “And stay the fuck away from her.”

“Or else what?” I snap because I hate being threatened.

“You’ll see the wrath of a real King of Carnage,” he vows, using those familiar words from the very note that was left weeks earlier by the stalker.

Wait a minute…

“Are—”

The line goes dead, and when I try to call back, it goes straight to voicemail.

“Fuck!” I curse and slam my fist onto the top of the steering wheel. With a hiss of pain, I decide to get out of the car, feeling like it’s going to suffocate me.

“Calm down,” I whisper to myself. “Let’s see Father. He can fix shit. Zander will mind his own business, so it won’t be hard to ignore him. Ares… I’ll just have to blackmail him. The peak of his modeling career was because of that cunt. Just bring out she’s a whore… no, an escort sleeping with Ares. That should ruin his fame real quick. I could pull some strings. I doubt the other guys have pictures of Iva back then when I had her sucking my cock. I bet Danny still has a copy on his old phone. I’ll call him after.”

That makes me smile while a bit of relief washes over me.

There’s a way out. No need to panic.

I have to remind myself that I got the Ruthless King title for my own reasons. I’m not afraid to play dirty in this world.

That’s how you get to the top, to begin with.

37

WHAT YOU WEED IS WHAT YOU SOW

~DOMINO~

Taking a few deep breaths, I head to the door and use my card key to open the lock, but it doesn’t budge.

“What the fuck?” I grunt in annoyance as I try the electric lock again and again. “Fucking hell. First the garage door, now this?”

“Good evening, Mr. Leighton. Are you having issues?” One of the guards speaks up from the corner.

“Duh! Of course, I’m having issues. First, the garage door. Now, this won’t open. What’s the deal?” I give him a menacing glare, but he’s used to my cold and sometimes angered persona since he doesn’t react to it.

“There was a major blackout of the sorts on the network. Could be why some of the locks and functions aren’t working,” he declares and pulls out a golden metal card.

Pressing it to the keypad unlocks the door immediately.

“So your fancy shit works, but mine doesn’t,” I huff in dismay. “Get mine fixed by the time I’m done seeing my father,” I snap and throw the key at his chest. I don’t wait for his reply asI stomp inside, ignoring the bows from security and maids as I make my way toward my father’s office.

Pulling out my phone, I go back to the tracker app, still weary about Iva’s red dot still being in Father’s office. I want to think I’m hallucinating, but as I get closer to his little private oasis, the dot stays in the perfect place.

Why would Iva be here?

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