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“Of course.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.
But that means… that means he let me have control. I’m not sure how I feel about that change in the narrative. A part of me is irked, but there’s another voice whispering that this way it means more. It means he allowed me to have the control I wanted.
“Are you going to keep those on?” I ask, pointing at the cuffs that are still around his wrists.
“For now,” he smiles. “It’s a reminder of the night my princess took charge.”
Hmm, when he says it like that it doesn’t sound half bad. In fact, it sounds pretty fucking bad ass, and like I reclaimed a small part of what he’s taken from me.
The next morning, I wake up giddy as fuck. I’m so excited for the prank me and the Cruz Cunts have waiting downstairs that I end up rushing Grayson.
“Come on,” I gripe when it feels like it’s taking him forever to get dressed.
“What’s the rush, Princess?”
I roll my eyes, pretending to be annoyed with him. “I’m hungry,” I whine. “And you know I shouldn’t be around people when I’m hangry, so let’s go.”
Surprise has me almost tripping when Grayson takes my hand, entangling our fingers while we walk down to breakfast. Huh, that’s definitely new.
We barely make it to the bottom of the stairs before we hear the twins roaring.
“What the fuck?” Grayson asks, quickly pushing me behind him.
I can’t contain my laughter as the room comes into view. Dangling from the ceiling are all the tampons the Cruz Cunts asked for the other night. They went to great lengths, dipping each one in red wine to make it look like blood. They added detail by dyeing and gluing cotton balls to the tampons.
All the women are already sitting at their usual tables, grinning like the sly Cunts they are. Some are even pointing at the twins, who are wearing matching wet, red prints on their foreheads. Making it clear, they bumped their heads into the tampons. I wonder if the Cunts added more wine to the tampons, or maybe they just haven’t dried yet.
“You have something on your forehead, Slayer,” Rose observes dryly.
“You too, Slasher,” Alana unhelpfully adds.
Letting go of Grayson’s hand, I walk over to the women and sit down with them. Mirroring their poses, I cross my arms over my chest. But instead of glaring daggers, I wink at Grayson.
“I wish I could stay, but I’m going to see my mom. It’s family day in prison,” Rose says as she stands up. “Record some videos for me to watch later.”
While Beth promises to do just that, Alana turns to me with a wicked smile on her face.
“How did it go last night?” she asks, pitching her voice low enough I’m the only one who hears her.
I playfully waggle my eyebrows. “It was fun,” I whisper.
After carefully looking around, she leans closer and asks, “Do you have any pictures we need to… umm… play with?”
I discreetly pull the phone from my bra. “There are some pictures,” I say nervously.
She grins conspiratorially. “Say no more. I’ll take care of it.” With those words, she gets up, dragging Sasha with her.
Fuck, I’m not sure I should use those pictures. Not after realizing he let me have control. But how else can I make him pay for what he’s done?
Shit. I don’t know what’s happening to me. Well, I do know, but I refuse to acknowledge it. So instead, I push all thoughts of it to the back of my mind until I can decide what I should do.
A few hours later, when everyone is up and downstairs, even the Kings can see the fun in the tampon prank—or #TamponGate as Gunner calls it. Well, everyone except Rocco. Then again, he can’t see the fun in anything. All he does is stomp around and bark orders like the miserable dick he is.
Even though I’m still pissed at him for banishing Mama C and issuing Alana’s punishment, I can’t help feeling bad for the Prez. It can’t be easy having the world resting on your shoulders.
I’m about to go find Alana and Sasha when Grayson comes over.
“I have another run today, Princess,” he rasps after pulling me into his arms. “I won’t be back until tonight.”
