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Two of the women from the company have been spending more and more time here at the club, and I even saw one of them come out of the storage room with her hair and clothes in disarray a few days ago.
Gray’s reminded me that I need to recruit more Cunts, which is something I’m reluctant to do. As I’ve explained,I’m not opposed to having more women around. But just as he’s picky with the Kings and has prospects, I need a similar system. Being a Cunt is an honor, and I won’t sully the status by just accepting anyone who’ll spread their legs for the Kings.
“What do you guys think about Sweet Butts?” I ask Alana and Rose, momentarily forgetting they aren’t privy to my thoughts. “I mean for new women who hang around steadily, but that we aren’t ready to make Cunts?”
Rose’s eyes dart from me to Alana, and she looks reluctant to answer. “That’s your decision, Mama Z,” she says.
I roll my eyes. “But now I’m asking you, Rose. I want your opinion, regardless of the fucking hierarchy.”
Alana nods. “It should be a decision we all make together, and not just Zoe or me.”
“I like that idea,” Rose says, barely able to contain her happiness at being asked. “I think the others will, too. But we should—”
“We’re definitely going to ask them,” I say, cutting her off. “One thing at a time, though. Let’s restore justice and get rid of the old rule book first.”
Everyone is already waiting in the main room, thanks to Cilla who I asked to gather all the Kings and Cunts.
“What’s up?” Titch asks, eyeing me curiously.
Taking a deep breath, I steel myself while trying to remember the words I’ve rehearsed. “Cara’s rulebook,” I say, holding it up for everyone to see. “Is outdated and downright fucking toxic.”
“Hear, hear,” Alana yells as she takes a seat next to Slasher.
“As the new Mama, I hereby declare it null and void.”
The Cunts all clap and whoop enthusiastically.
“So what about punishments?” Munroe asks.
Turning my head, I glare at him. “I’ll decide the punishments for my girls,” I hiss. “On a case-by-case basis.”
My eyes lock on Gray as he takes a drag of the cigarette between his lips. “That won’t work, Princess,” he drawls. “If you want to throw out the old rules, you have to put new ones into place.”
I nod, knowing there’s no way to get around that.
“Okay,” I relent. “I’ll come up with new ones that match the severity of the crime. But the Kings shouldn’t be allowed to vote on a Cunt’s punishment.”
“Agreed.” I’m surprised when Tio agrees with me. “Keep that shit between yourselves.”
“Aye,” Slasher says. “Unless it’s big shit that involves the club, I see no need for the Kings to have a say. And even then, it should be between our Prez and Mama.”
I nod again because I can get behind that.
“All those in favor?” Gray calls, and he’s met with ayes from all the Kings and Cunts.
“Perfect,” I beam, making a big show of throwing Cara’s old rule book in the trash. “But before we can completely close that chapter, there’s an old wrong that needs to be righted.”
Slasher and Gray chuckle like they already know where I’m going with this.
“Alana’s punishment was fucking brutal,” I seethe, remembering what it felt like to force the Cunts to slap one of their own, all so Rocco wouldn’t make the Kings slap her instead.
“So what now? You want Alana to slap us?” Slasher asks. His knowing smile convinces me that Alana has clued him in on what she wanted, which is more than fair since I told Gray as well.
“Exactly,” I say. As my gaze darts between all the Kings, I try not to laugh at their varying expressions of surprise and disbelief.
“You can’t be serious,” Munroe scoffs.
“No,” Tio almost shouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “Not fucking happening.”
