Page 63 of The Chase

Colt cleared his throat and shook his head. “No, that’s not it at all, I want April by my side forever, Blue. I’m claiming her. She’s mine.”

“Fuck me. There is no table to claim her at-” Blue groaned.

“Fuck the table!” Colt yelled now. “You were the only one at the table that mattered to me. So now I come to you and tell you that I’m claiming April. See that ring on her finger? I put it there and I mean it.” Colt crossed his arms over his chest, a challenge laid out now in front of Blue.

April smiled warmly at Colt, then bit her lip and tried to hide it when she turned back to Blue. He’d seen it though. He saw it all. Blue might be old but he wasn’t stupid. He sighed in resignation.

“I always did trust you with my daughter,” he said quietly now.

“Always will?” Colt probed.

Blue flicked his eyes over them both before nodding. “Always will,” he agreed.

Colt took that as permission. His confirmation. Declaring it to someone else felt good. The pride he felt was tangible. He couldn’t help himself, he reached for April. She returned an equally elated smile and leapt into his arms with a squeal. He’d claimed April. And fuck him, he couldn’t stop grinning from ear to ear.

“I love you, Kitten,” he found himself murmuring into her ear.

“Love you, Colt,” he had the joy of hearing her whisper back.

Yeah, he could sacrifice MC life, being part of a brotherhood for this. He could stand in line and pay taxes for this. If this was what was waiting for him at home when he’d finished a mind numbing day doing some shit job. Wherever she wanted to go, he’d go with her, he’d follow her to the ends of the earth.

“Sorry to break up the romantic scene but before you two start fucking and doves fly overhead...” He shot them both a pointed glare. “What’s your second idea then?” Blue’s voice cut through his haze.

He shook himself, putting April down. He was hard, of course. He didn’t make any attempt to hide it. Blue noticed and rolled his eyes.

April nodded and smoothed down her T-shirt after it had rucked up in Colt’s embrace. “Sure. My second idea,” April said, a little breathy, smoothing down her hair now too. Colt couldn’t help but smile, she was equally turned on by their embrace. “Plan number two. It’s harder, but I think greater pay off...”

“Right...” Blue said slowly, gesticulating for her to continue.

“Bring down the MC. Reinstate Colt as President. Wipe the slate clean,” April said.

In the silence that followed, Colt could have heard a cloud passing overhead. He suddenly took a gasp of air, because he’d forgotten to breathe.

“April... you’re talking about a strong MC full of thugs who are currently chasing us. You want to, what?”

“Turn around and chase them back. Hunt them down. Do whatever needs to be done to get them off the face of the earth,” she said simply, like she was talking about rearranging the living room furniture.

Blue scoffed. Colt gulped. Fucking bold idea. Him, Prez again... the Black Coyotes... his brotherhood, his kingdom. He rolled his shoulders back and down and turned to face Blue.

“I give you my queen.” He aimed a half bow at April. “I told you, Blue, not your pawn. I play my queen.” Colt raised his chin in challenge.

Blue raised an eyebrow. “If we put the legal and moral issue of somehow killing twenty or so men aside...” Blue rubbed the back of his neck, under his ponytail.

April merely blinked. His lioness, Queen of the Savannah, was fucking fierce. Terrifying, beautiful, determined to get what she wanted. At all costs.

“Why do you want this, Kitten?” Colt quietly asked.

April didn’t break eye contact with Colt. “I want it because you want it. I know it, Colt, you want your MC back.”

Colt melted all over again for her. “Well fuck me Kitten-”

“Enough, very heart-warming, let’s talk,” Blue cut in. “If, big if, we do this, there are a few things you need to know. The MC will still need to work with law enforcement, we need an undercover agent or an informant at the very least.”

“You are shitting me,” Colt said, crestfallen.

Blue shook his head. “No, the buyers of your guns and drugs are all high priority targets. Homeland Security will need the MC to keep supplying the bad guys who buy your shit for our other sting operations to work out. We’ve got multiple fingers in multiple pies and the Black Coyotes MC is a key lynchpin for that.”

Colt bit the inside of his cheek.

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