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“Ooh, we should actually start a club.” Dulce claps.

“We did,” Reese deadpans. “It’s called The Candy Shop.”

Dulce waves her off. “No, not a let’s save the world club. A look at how many dicks we have between us, club.”

“Sounds…catchy.”

“Hmm… What about Dicks-R-Us?”

“We could make it a secret club and call it the G-spot. That way, nobody would ever find it,” Mercy jokes.

“My men would find it,” Reese states.

“Yeah, mine too.” Dulce agrees.

“Yep, looks like you’re alone there, Mercy,” I tease.

“Oh no, my men are awesome. I just don’t like to brag.”

“Since when?” Reese and Dulce ask at the same time, making us laugh.

“Fine, I’ll think of something else, and it will be epic. Just you wait and see.”

I take a sub from Mercy and offer half to Dulce before unwrapping it and taking a bite.

“So, you’re a prospect for the Chaos Demons? I didn’t know they let a woman prospect. Think they’d let me have a go?” Reese asks.

“No,” Mercy answers immediately. “You and the other girls don’t take orders very well.”

“I prefer to look at them more as suggestions, that’s all,” Dulce states.

“How long until you get voted in?” Reese asks before taking a bite of her sub.

“The vote is in another couple of months, but I won’t get voted in.”

“What, why?” Dulce asks, offended on my behalf.

Yeah, I like these girls.

“Because the vote needs to be unanimous, and it won’t be. I knew all along it would be a long shot.”

“That’s bullshit.” Reese fumes.

“Then why do it at all?” Dulce asks.

“To prove I could. I know that when they cast their votes, it won’t matter how hard I worked or what kind of job I did. All they see are my boobs. I can walk away with my head held high because I know I did everything I needed to earn a spot. Their small-mindedness is what’s the issue, not me.”

“I still don’t know if it’s worth it,” she grumbles.

“It’s worth it,” I tell her, but my eyes are on Mercy.

“It might not happen for me, but I’m doing this for future generations. For the MC princesses who were treated like glass but were made to feel less than they were. And who knows, maybe one day there will be a female president of the Chaos Demons.”

“Maybe,” Mercy whispers with tears in her eyes before she blows me a kiss.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Knight

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