Page 113 of Claimed By a King

“If you have a problem with Alana, or any of my Cunts, you’re welcome to submit a complaint via email to [email protected],” I seethe.

Tio looks like he can’t believe I just said that, and if I’m honest, I can’t quite believe it myself. “Prez,” he calls.

“What?” Gray barks.

“You might want to control your fucking woman,” Tio says, taking a step closer to me. “She might not know all our rules yet, but she should know—”

“Know what?” I say, interrupting his tirade. “The Mama has full control of the Cunts. That much I know. And since Rocco declared me the Mama, which, no one has fucking challenged, Alana is under my protection. Unless my Cunts paid for this meal with money from your wallet, I don’t really fucking care for your entitled outburst.”

I place my hands on my hips as I glare daggers at Tio, refusing to bow down.

“Rose,” I call without looking away. “As the former Mama’s right hand tell me this. Are there any rules about the Cunts not being allowed their own money?”

Her feminine giggle sounds wrong with how thick the tension is. “No.”

“Munroe,” I call, still not averting my gaze or moving.

“Yes, Mama,” he replies and I swear I can hear the grin in his voice.

“Are there any such rules in place?”

He guffaws. “Absolutely fucking not.”

I nod, satisfied I’ve asked the right people. It might have been more natural to ask Gray, but since he’s the Prez, I refuse to drag him into a ridiculous squabble like this. There’s also the minor fact that I’m not sure he would answer honestly and not bend the rules for me.

“Mama,” Tex calls. “If I may say something…” He trails off, obviously waiting for my answer.

“Of course,” I say, turning my head and giving him a smile.

He points to the over the top stocked and fancy bar. “The Cruz Cunts paid for a good chunk of the renovations. As you may have noticed, everything is brand new and of the highest quality. Even with our insurance and extra jobs, all of this is better than we could have hoped for because of them.”

“Thank you for telling me,” I say. Then I turn back to Tio. “Tell me, Tio. Do you have a brand new mattress? Are you well-fed? Do you get pussy when you want it?”

He swallows. “Yes, Mama.”

“Good,” I say, giving him another icy stare. “If I ever find you harassing my Cunts like that again, I’ll be voting foryouto be lashed or branded. Fuck, I might just anyway.”

Only when he slinks away, do I look at Gray. Nervous about what I’m going to see written on his face. But I shouldn’t have worried. The man looking back at me does so with pride in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

“A bit over the top for my taste, but not half bad,” Munroe says. “You’ll do well here, Zoe.”

As though Munroe’s seal of approval was the missing factor, we sit back down and continue our meal, while the Kings gather around the bar again.

Looking toward the door I make a mental note that I need to ask Gray to leave Tio alone. If he goes to him and makesany demands, he’ll undermine my status as Mama. And while I might not have wanted it when Rocco made it so, it’s mine now and I’m not giving it up.

I’m so deep in thought I barely notice Gray coming to my side. “Cara’s here,” he says.

I get up and go to follow him, but Alana’s hand on my elbow halts me. “Zoe… Mama,” she says, correcting herself. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” I say, returning her watery smile. “I meant what I said.” I turn and look at every single Cunt at the table. “You’re mine now. So if you ever have a problem, I want you to come to me. I don’t care if it’s about period cramps or a complaint against a King. Even if said King is the Prez himself. You tell me. Understood?”

They all say “Yes, Mama” in unison.

I’ll be fucking damned if I allow the past to repeat itself. I don’t want the Cunts to feel like they have to hide if one of the Kings scares them. They need to tell me so I can let Gray know.

With a sigh, I greet Cara who’s waiting in our usual training room. Huh, she must have used the back entrance since I didn’t see her come in.

As I watch her, I decide that today’s the day. I’m going to ask her what’s been on my mind for so long. How the fuck didn’t she know her Cunts were scared of Gunner?

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