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“It’s also for your benefit,” I argue calmly. “Are you telling me you’d rather smell than pay for your own things?”
“I agree with Zoe’s proposal,” Rose says, and despite our new terms, her support confuses me.
“You do?” I ask.
“Me too,” Rhiannon speaks up.
Within minutes, everyone but the Cunt who questioned the validity of paying for her own shit has agreed.
“Fine, fine.” She holds her hands up in a placating gesture. “If everyone else agrees, I’ll roll with it.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, I sit back and let them discuss what percentage they think is fair to keep from their new business endeavor.
“We’ll keep forty-five percent, and pay for everything we need ourselves,” Sasha says when they’ve reached an agreement.
“Except for food, drugs, cigarettes, and drinks,” Rose interjects.
“We should pay for our own cigarettes,” Beth challenges. “We don’t all smoke the same. And some of us don’t even smoke.”
“Then we shouldn’t contribute the same to food either,” Rhiannon snaps. “I never touch the ice cream, and some of you greedy Cunts only want branded shit.”
It’s all too easy to see that this is beginning to get off track, so I clear my throat. “For what it’s worth, I think it could be worth upping their share to sixty-forty, and then that includes food, drinks, cigarettes, and drugs. That way you only pay for personal stuff.”
“All in favor,” Alana chirps.
When everyone raises their hands, I feel like I can relax for the first time in two days. Okay, now I just need the Kings to go for it as well.
“One more thing,” I say, showing them my notebook. “I’ve already talked to Tex, and he agrees. But I might need your support when I present this to the Kings.”
Sasha immediately takes the notebook and pen, adjusting a number which makes Rose and Beth cackle.
“We got your back on this,” the Cunt who challenged my idea of paying for their own stuff says. “And just so you know, this is fucking brilliant.”
“Yes,” another says. “Thank you, Zoe.”
Wow, I wasn’t expecting any thanks. I’m not sure what I did expect, apart from arguments, screaming, maybe even some more hair pulling since it’s a classic for any reason.
As soon as we’re done, half the Cunts disappear and begin prepping and cooking for tonight’s meal. I stay and help the rest get plates and cutlery out, I even help Tex measure up enough alcohol for tonight because whether they like it or not, there’s a new limit in this house. One that’s affordable.
During dinner, I sit with the Cunts instead of Grayson. I know he isn’t happy about it, but it’s the way it needs to be. I want us to present a united front.
Once we’re done eating, I stand, nervously clink my fork against my water glass. As everyone turns their heads toward me, I clear my throat.
“Umm… hi,” I say lamely.
Fuck, this was the part I dreaded the most. Explaining the changes that I don’t feel I have the right to make.
“Yeah, so it’s come to my attention that we’re running low on food—”
Someone laughs evilly. “So why don’t you just give us the money back your dad stole from us?”
“Don’t fucking start, Munroe,” Grayson snaps. “Or I’ll be happy to come over there and remind you who’s in fucking charge.”
Munroe barks out another laugh. “She’s not in fucking charge of me.”
“Enough!” Rose shouts, slamming her hand into the table. “Zoe won the leadership of the Cunts fair and square, and we’re backing her on this. So shut the fuck up unless you’re happy to fuck nothing but your hand.”
I can’t help it, I burst out laughing. The incredulity on Munroe’s face and the anger on Rose’s is too fucking much.
