Page 84 of The Chase

April threw her head back and laughed out loud with glee. He felt like the king of the world for giving her that. “So… it’s settled then, you’re doing it?” she asked, breathless, tilting her head back to his.

He shook his head. “We’re doing it.” He came in for a kiss, a firm press of his lips on her mouth. She opened her mouth. Colt hadn’t intended to take it there but she led, and so he followed.

“And you’ve got a member already, Ash.”

“Yes, I guess so.”

April paused for a moment. “You know who else could join? Lyle?”

“What? Drunk as a Skunk guy? He’s the one who tracked us down somehow, apparently.”

“Yes, it would be a good connection to have. You know what they say, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer… He’s obviously smart, well connected, the enemy of your enemy is your friend, isn’t that what they say?”

“He’s an alcoholic, he’s got liability written all over him… Ash will need a good role model-”

Colt stopped himself mid-flow and suddenly grinned. “This is what I’ve been chasing this whole time. Us, the MC, setting up our family, discussing this shit with you, Kitten, my lioness…”

She looked down and smiled bashfully.

“So, we’ve got the new logo sorted, got a clubhouse... you know what else a MC Prez needs?” he whispered into her hair.

“What?” she asked, closing her eyes contentedly and leaning into him.

“An ol’ lady.” His voice rumbled above her. She raised her gaze up to meet his. “Be mine, April,” he said. It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a demand, it was a statement of fact. He felt it within him. Confidence in the way ahead. His way.

He held her hand, stroked it. “I know I got nothing now... I’ll get you everything. You want to live in a nice place, hell... I’ll get you that. Be my wife, Kitten. Be my ol’ lady. You want a family. I’ll give you that. We’ll have babies, we’ll have sisters and brothers around us, and a kickass clubhouse, and legit businesses coming in-”

She beamed. “Colt, I-”

He felt manic with excitement, like he was going to explode. “I got to make some calls... let’s get on a plane and get married... flights to Hawaii…”

“Flights to… Colt I-”

“... I’m going to get that guy, Skunk, Lyle... get him into rehab... I’m going to call Carmelo, I want that sofa out of the evidence lock up and into our new clubhouse...”

“The sofa?”

“Fuck yes, Kitten, the sofa, from the old clubhouse, it survived the fire, the one I slept on when I was a kid...”

“Colt, I haven’t given you my answer yet.”

He stopped in his tracks, eyes widening, feeling sick, feeling like his legs didn’t exist, like nothing else existed. He stared at April. “What do you say, Kitten?” He managed to gruff out. His heart pounded. Ap-ril. Ap-ril.

She raised a hand to her hair and smoothed it down. “I mean, I’m saying yes to that but...”

Colt’s heart flipped. “But-”

“Colt, you are getting ahead of yourself. I don’t need all of that, I don’t want all of that...”

“What do you want, Kitten?”

April smirked now, and looked him right in the eyes. “I want what you promised me from the start... a fast ride and a hot fuck. For the rest of our lives, Colt.”

He smirked back. The world at his feet. “I can give you that.” He smiled.

“Colt, that’s all I want, for now and always, every day.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

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