Page 110 of Making the King

“Thanks, Killer.” I offer her a warm smile, and she gives me a nod, already knowing what’s going on here.

“Don’t be a stranger.” Cara gains Cain’s attention as she steps up and gives him a hug, and I don’t even care that he holds her tighter than he should or that he lingers longer than is appropriate. He’s not trying to be creepy. He genuinely cares about Cara like a sister.

“Same goes for you, mi pequeño salvaje.” He rasps, and she pushes back from him.

“Dammit, Cain. You’re gonna make me cry. We are literally down the road. This isn’t goodbye.”

He nods slowly, like he doesn’t believe her.

Stepping out of the way, Cara excuses herself, leaving me with Cain again.

“She’s right. This isn’t goodbye,” I tell him and he shrugs.

“Not goodbye, but it’s the end of… us.” He chokes out, and I can’t fucking hold back. I storm over to him and grip his upper arms.

“Never. You and me, we are brothers no matter what. A different club or crew doesn’t change that. And we are still fighting on the same side. Just in different units.”

Cain’s eyes turn glassy, but no tears fall.

“It’s been what? Six? Seven years since the idea of forming an MC was discussed?” When I nod, Cain continues, his hands coming to my shoulders in a tight grip. “I thought it would be enough time for me to get used to the idea of not having you by my side. But it wasn’t.”

“Fuck,” I hiss, pulling him in for a manly hug, our bare chests clashing as we each pound a fist on each other’s backs. “The invitation for you to join the MC is always open as well. You know you’ll always be my right-hand man.”

Slowly pulling back, we drop our holds as Cain shakes his head.

“No. It can’t be like that anymore. From now on, Gray is your right-hand man.” He nods like it’s something he’s finally accepting. “And from now on, even though we will always be friends, we need to step into the roles of associates.”

He’s right. I know he is, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Cain has been on this ride with me for so long. I’m not sure how I will go without seeing him every couple of days.

“Thank you for everything,” I say, because I don’t know what else to say, and he grins.

“Thank me later when I video call you and show you my big cock sliding into the new Diamonds we recruited to replace the girls you stole.”

I roll my eyes. “I didn’t fucking steal them. Dante gave them to me.”

“Steal. Gave. Same difference.” He shrugs.

I chuckle as Cain does a twirl before giving me his back and strutting up the hallway like he’s a fucking king. It’s fucking hard to tell with that guy.

As soon as he steps out of sight, I turn and face the room, sad that the part of my life with Cain by my side is over, but excited to start the new one with my very own fucking MC.

“Are you ready?” Cara asks, and I turn back to see that she has re-dressed, much to my disappointment before she tosses my t-shirt at me, and I slip it on.

“Have they finished their fuck session?” I ask, referring to the members about to be sworn in.

“They have. They are ready.” Cara advises, approaching me with my cut in her hand. “Here you go. Prez.”

I snicker, shucking on the cut as Cara beams at me. “I wonder how long it will take for me to get used to that?”

“It won’t take you long since I plan on screaming, oh yes, Prez, right there, fuck me good, every time you claim me.”

Throwing my head back laughing, I pull my wife to my chest and claim her lips.

“I’ll hold you to that.” I rasp against her lips before we pull back, and a throat clears.

“Everyone is ready.” Gray declares, standing in the doorway, wearing his cut.

“Okay. Everyone can come in.”

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