Page 49 of Claimed By a King

Pressing my new patch to my cut, the double-sided tape holds it in place which is a temporary fix until one of the Cruz Cunts stitches it on properly later.

Fuck. A sharp pain slices through my chest at that thought. I don’t want the Cruz Cunts to stitch on my patch. I want Zoe to, and if she were here, I just know she’d fucking insist on being the one to do it.

Fuck, Princess. I’m coming for you.

Bending, I sign the registry, writing my name under the President section and today’s date, before drawing a line through my name under the VP role.

With that done, I scoop up the Founder patch and hold it out to Rocco.

“Rochus King, former President of the Cruz Kings MC and our founding father, please accept this patch acknowledging you as the Founder of this club, and your lifetime membership that will be honored for generations to come.”

This time when Rocco reaches out, his eyes are truly teary, and he gives me a nod of thanks, unable to speak.

Thumps sound around the room as each member once again beats the place over their heart, showing Rocco that he will forever be the true King.

Knowing there is still one more patch to be presented, I hurry on, eager to finalize the formalities and resume the search for my princess.

Taking the Vice President patch, I turn to my men, eyeing each one. They all have an important role but I can only choose one VP, and it’s something I’ve been stewing over for weeks.

There are reasons why each man deserves this role, and also reasons why each man doesn’t, but at the end of the day, I have to choose someone I trust with my life, and who I know will do right by this club if something should happen to me.

It was meant to be Gunner. I never imagined it would be anyone else as my second. At least not until finding out he’s a fucking creepy motherfucker who’s been frothing at the mouth for my princess. I’m still fucking shocked to my core about what we found in his room and on his laptop.

Then there’s the fact that the Cruz Cunts have been scared of him for fucking years.

You think you know someone…

Shaking that shit off, I turn to Slasher.

“Slasher Long,” I announce, and his eyes widen in surprise. “Do you accept the Vice President patch?”

“Yes,” he rasps, nodding quickly. “I accept with honor.”

I hand him the VP patch before he fists it and thumps his chest, and I gesture to the registry, where he steps forward and signs his name under his new role.

When he returns to his spot, the guys slap him on the back, offering their congratulations before they fall quiet, knowing what comes next.

“With the change of leadership, I ask that each man here declare your allegiance.” I announce, and in unison, one last time fists are thumped over hearts as my club brothers speak in unison.

“I swear my allegiance to our President, Grayson Black, and the Cruz Kings MC and its members, both patch, and pussy. I swear to uphold the club values with honor and protect each member with my life.”

Fuuuuck. It’s official. I’m now the President of the Cruz Kings MC.

I give a sharp nod, not knowing what the fuck else to do, and everyone relaxes, giving bro hugs.

I close the registry, and Rocco wheels closer, giving my ankle a nudge with his chair.

“You’ve got this, Gray. I wouldn’t have handed it over if I didn’t think you could handle this.”

Raking a hand through my hair, I sigh out a breath. “Things just don’t feel right.”

He nods. “They will. Give it time. And for fuck’s sake use the men and find your girl. Stop trying to do everything on your own.”

My brows shoot up. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”

Rocco chuckles. “I fucking wonder.”

“You sure you don’t want to celebrate with us?” I ask and he shakes his head.

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