Page 78 of Wanted By a King

“What were your suggestions, Princess?” Grayson asks, giving me the opening to get back on track.

“O-okay,” I gasp, trying to gather myself. “The Cruz Cunts have agreed to start paying for any personal products themselves. Razors, soap, shampoo, toothpaste, those kinds of things.”

“About fucking time,” Slayer laughs.

“Shut the fuck up,” Gunner growls. “Let her finish.”

“On top of that,” I continue, ignoring their outbursts. “They’ve also agreed to upload some of their umm… girl-on-girl activities to a for the fans website so they can earn more money. They’ll go live three times a week, and subscribers plus tippers can pay them extra and make requests.”

“Fuck me,” Slasher mutters. “Why has no one thought about that before? You horny Cunts are going at it all the time, so this isn’t even hard for you.”

“Really?” Beth fires back. “Do you want your junk online for all to see?”

“Hell yeah,” Slasher grins. “When your cock is as epic as mine it deserves its own website.”

Alana turns around and swirls her water in his face. “Shut up,” she laughs.

“What will the share be?” Rocco asks, surprising the fuck out of me.

I didn’t even know he was here. Yet, there he is. Leaning against the door to his office, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Sixty-forty to the Kings,” I say, lifting my chin. “But in return, you’ll continue to pay for their food, drinks, cigarettes, drugs, and any other shared expenses.”

“Like what?” he challenges.

The look he gives me makes it clear he wants to catch me out. Knowing that I have all the answers he could possibly want, I cockily pop my hip. “I’m so glad you asked, Rocco. Like rent, utilities, fabric softener, and those kinds of things.”

He nods, but doesn’t say anything.

“How soon will we see more money coming in, Sugar?” Gunner asks, flipping Grayson off when he growls at the nickname his friend has given me.

“Not soon enough,” I admit. “So we need to do something immediately to reduce costs.”

“I don’t like the sound of this,” Tio interjects.

Turning to look at Tex, I wait for his nod before I continue. “Tex and I have worked out a ration plan. We’ll start serving meals at specific times, and anyone not here, can reheat leftovers later, and—”

“What if we’re out on a job?” Slasher asks.

“Then you pay out of pocket if you decide to eat on the road,” I say.

This doesn’t go down well, and most of the Kings begin to protest, some even stand up as they shout angrily.

“Sit your asses back down,” Rocco bellows. “So far I haven’t heard anything that’s unfair. Carry on, Zoe.”

I give him a grateful nod.

“We’ll also only serve one kind of breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Snacks will be unbranded, and there’ll also be a drink limit which starts tonight.”

“A what?” Munroe shouts.

“You heard her,” Tex calmly says. “A fucking drink limit unless you buy your own shit.”

Yet again, the Kings’ unhappiness with the plan takes over. They shout insults, and act like a bunch of babies who have all lost their pacifiers. Pussies. It doesn’t help that the Cruz Cunts, as promised, have my back, and are quick to shout insults back.

“Let me get this straight.” Grayson’s voice slices through the air. “The Cruz Cunts will work extra to bring in more money, and they’re giving sixty percent to the club.”

I nod.

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