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“Now that’s perfect timing,” Beth grins, pointing at the takeout bags on the table.
Alana sits at the end of the table, smiling widely when she catches me looking. “Kept the seat warm for you,” she smirks as she moves to the one to the right.
Gray chuckles in my ear and gently nudges me toward the group of women. Most of them I’ve only seen briefly if at all in the couple of weeks I’ve been back, but I’ve still missed them. Not like Alana, more as a unit I’ve grown to love.
“What are you all doing up?” I ask since it’s rare they’re able to function this early.
“Our almighty Prez texted Alana that you were coming down for breakfast today, so we decided to celebrate,” Izzy sing-songs.
I furrow my brows in confusion. “This isn’t the first time I’m here for breakfast,” I muse.
“Why are you trying to take our reason to celebrate away from us?” Rose pouts. “Let us celebrate with empty calories and a sugar coma if we want to.”
I laugh.
The Cunts eagerly open the bags and begin to pull an obscene amount of containers out. Seriously, it looks like they’ve ordered everything from the menu. There are pancakes, French toast, scrambled eggs, fried eggs, bacon for days, hash browns, doughnuts, pies… you name a breakfast food, and it’s here.
“Did someone say mimosas?” Tex asks as he joins us.
“No one said that,” I laugh.
Shooting me a wink, he says, “Well, you should have.”
Once he’s dished out drinks to everyone, he takes one for himself, and like the Cunts, he empties his in one go while I slowly sip at mine.
While we eat, Gray hangs out at the bar with Tex. Slasher, Tido, and Munroe are quick to join them. Though the Kings send envious glances in our direction, no one says anything.
At least not until Tio enters the room.
“What’s this?” he asks, grinning widely. “I can fucking smell all the goodness all the way upstairs.” He eagerly rubs his hands together and tries to get Rose and Izzy to scoot over and make room for him.
“Excuse you,” Alana says, raising her voice as she throws a scrunched up paperback at his head where it bounces off to land on the floor. “This is our fucking food. Order your own if you’re too lazy to cook.”
Her eyes flash with a malice she’s reserved especially for him since he voted for her punishment for helping to free me to either be a public lashing or branding. I shudder at the memory.
Sick fuck.
“What?” he growls, clearly not liking her tone.
“You heard me,” she says, flipping him off with a shit-eating grin on her lips. “Get lost, Tio. This isourfood.”
He narrows his eyes at her. “Listen up. You’re a fucking Cunt and I’m a King. So show some fucking respect.”
Quick as lightning, Alana’s out of her chair. She cocks her hip and tosses her hair over her shoulder. “What did you say?” she seethes.
Their standoff garners the attention of the other Kings, and I can feel them moving closer.
“Tio,” Slasher growls, moving in front of Alana, who quickly pushes him out of the way.
“No,” she hisses. “I know you mean well, baby. But this isn’t your fight.”
I swallow thickly as sweat trickles down my back. My hands shake, and all I can see is his cocksure grin the day he said “aye” when Rocco read out the sick and sadistic punishments Mama—Cara had concocted. But she’s not the Mama anymore. Her rules mean jack shit.
Without thinking, I shoot out of my chair and round on Tio. “Back off,” I warn, jabbing my finger into his chest.
“Zo—”
Shaking my head, I will Gray to stay out of it. Alana’s right. This isn’t a battle our men need to fight for us. It’smine—and only motherfuckingminebecause I’m the Mama and these aremyCunts.
