Page 107 of Wanted By a King


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“You too,” I murmur.

I wish I had something better to say, though nothing else comes to mind.

“We’re all grateful to you, Z,” Alana says as she lets go of me. “So we got you a present.”

“You didn’t have to,” I argue, but she just shrugs.

“We wanted to. So don’t be ungrateful and refuse it.”

Alana waits for a moment, probably trying to figure out if I’m going to argue or not. When I don’t say anything, she reaches for one of the bags on the floor and pulls out a phone.

“When you didn’t show up last night, we realized how fucking inconvenient it is that we can’t contact you. So we did some online shopping—”

“Oh my God,” I squeal. “I was thinking the same thing.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “Does that mean you’ll keep it?”

I nod enthusiastically, snatching it from her outstretched hand so quickly she doesn’t have a chance to change her mind.

Only after I’ve fired it up do I notice she looks more relaxed now. “Holy shit, you really thought I was going to reject your present?” I ask incredulously.

“Well, we weren’t sure—”

Without thinking or giving her the chance to finish talking, I throw myself at her, hugging her tight.

“I think you might just be the best friend I’ve ever had,” I admit.

We don’t say anything else while we stand there, embracing one another. I have plenty to say, yet it all feels like filler words that don’t do this moment justice. So instead of ruining it with words, I hug her harder.

“Look, if you’re serious about wanting some revenge porn, use these.” She points at the handcuffs in my hand. “Cuff him to the bed or something and have your fun. And if you really want to humiliate him, Sasha is a fucking wiz at manipulating photos. We got your back on this.”

I immediately shake my head. “N-no. I don’t want any of you to get into trouble again.”

Alana’s punishment is still all too vivid in my mind. It’s clear the Kings aren’t fucking kidding around, and I won’t give them another excuse to put their hands on the Cunts. Never again, if I can help it.

“It’s not your choice,” Alana almost spits. “We want to help you, because you’re here for us. Trust me, I’m not the only one feeling that way. But if you’re unsure, why don’t you ask the others?”

Maybe it’s okay to accept their help if they offer it…

“I think it’s time we go down and help the others, so you can ask them then if you want.”

Opening my mouth, I get ready to argue how ridiculous the idea is. But Alana doesn’t give me the chance.

Pointing at the door, she says, “I’m not going to discuss it. It’s the truth, but feel free to hide from that too if that makes you feel better. Now, let’s go.”

After helping the Cruz Cunts with their elaborate, all-too-hilarious plan, I only have one more stop before I can finally go to bed.

While walking to Gunner’s room, I ponder why I never thought of asking for his help until now. After all, he’s always made it clear he wants to help me in any way he can. Though he’s friends with Grayson, I don’t think it is too much to ask for his help with this.

“Hello?” I ask after softly knocking on his door.

No one answers right away, but I hear movement, so I knock again.

“Zoe? What are you doing here?” Gunner asks as he opens the door.

His long, blond hair is hanging loose, looking tousled. He’s naked apart from the sheet he’s clenching around his waist.

“Is this a bad time?” I ask, curious as to who’s in there with him.

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