Page 105 of Making the King

I consider returning the favor and working him up as well, but decide against it. This is what Rocco wants, and I want to give it to him. Besides, I already know it’ll be worth it later.

Rocco gets out of the makeshift bed, and hands me my clothes before getting dressed. I follow his lead and get up. Though instead of putting my own clothes on, I snatch his shirt.

“I need this more than you,” I snap when he tries to take it back. “Do you know how hard leather is to get into? I’m not putting my clothes on just to take it off in a few minutes.”

He relents with a chuckle. “Whatever you say, Killer.” Then he pulls his phone from his jeans pocket and looks at the clock. “I have to go.”

Laughing at the regret in his tone, I shoo him away with my hand. “Go before I change my mind and pounce on you.”

His eyes become hooded, and he lets out a low growl that I know will lead to us being late to our own fucking wedding.

We’re interrupted by a knock on the door, and Sasha calling, “Cara?”

“Saved by the Cunts,” I grin before answering Sasha. “In here. Give me two minutes.”

The words barely leave my mouth before the door is slammed open, and Sasha saunters inside with Rose in tow.

“Nope. Not happening. We know that tone, and we’re not letting you distract each other today.”

Rose points at Rocco. “Go,” she orders, scowling at him.

Throwing his hands up in the air, Rocco huffs. “I just want to—”

“Not happening,” Cain drawls as he joins us. Palming Rocco’s shoulder, he practically pushes him out of here.

As soon as they’re gone, Alana comes into view. “We’re waiting for you,” she says, and I spring into action.

I forgo the shower I wanted since I don’t want to remove the nipple clamps. So instead, I go directly to getting dressed. While I put my outfit on, Sasha explains that all the guys have the cuts with the logo on them.

Gunner helped me design the skull and crown logo befitting of the Cruz Kings. And after he confirmed everything was ready yesterday, he ironed it onto the back of my skirt as well as the cut I’ll give Rocco after we say I do.

The Cunts are already wearing their black dresses with the logo on the back.

“The guys are already here,” Rose says as she watches me put the last touches on my makeup.

“It’s a woman’s prerogative to take as long as she needs,” Alana grins.

She’s right, of course. But since I’m ready, there’s no point in waiting longer. “Are Gray and Gunner ready?” I ask, smoothing the skirt.

“Yeah,” Sasha answers. “Everyone’s ready.”

“Go take your places,” I say. “And tell everyone I’ll be there shortly.”

When Rose’s about to leave with the rest, I stop her in her tracks. “Hold up,” I say. “I want to ask you something.” I swallow harshly when my voice sounds like gravel.

“What’s up?” Rose asks.

I don’t know why I’m so nervous to ask her, but I am, and it makes no fucking sense. “I want to ask you something, and feel free to say no.”

“Okay?”

“Rocco’s not the only one who’s going to need a second in command,” I explain, pointing at myself like it’s necessary to spell it out for her. “I’ll need one too. Will you be me when I’m not around? Help with the duties, and whatever else might be needed?”

Rose’s jaw becomes slack, and her eyes take on a glassy quality as she fights her tears. “Really?” she asks.

I nod, determined that it has to be Rose. I can’t explain what it is, but there’s something about her. I trust her implicitly, and… if I’m honest, I feel a stronger connection to her than to the rest.

“Absolutely,” I clarify.

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