“He’ll have me,” Diesel says with finality. When I turn my head in his direction, he gives me a look that lets me know he won’t take no for an answer. “I trust your gut feeling, Hav, but I don’t trust Bishop. I’m going.”
I sigh with exasperation. “Fine. It’s settled. I’ll call him and set it up somewhere on neutral land.”
Tank breaks the tense silence. “Whatever Bishop knows or doesn’t know, Prez…”
I pick up when he trails off. “I know, brother. The person who pulled the trigger on killing Vike and taking Sasha is going to pay. We gotta vote on that?”
The members shake their heads, like I knew they would.
“Good. But we’re voting on something today. If he’s interested, of course.”
Stray sits up straight, like he knows it’s him I’m talking about.
I smirk at him. “You ready to set down some roots, brother?”
“Hell yeah,” Bullet cheers. He went to school with Stray, and they like working together. “Say yes, man.”
Stray grins at him. “Lucy does like it here, and, well… No good riding around all the time with a baby on the way.”
“No shit?” Diesel asks over the hoots and hollers. “You gonna be a daddy?”
“I need to have some Wicked Sinners onesies made again,” Tank mutters to himself. “Been years since we had young ones in the chapter.”
Trigger snorts. “I think you have some time, old man. Lucy can’t be far along if Ruth and Carol didn’t sniff it out.”
Stray shakes his head, a giant grin on his face. “No. We were waiting until we told my parents, but I couldn’t resist. But it’s a yes from me, Prez. If everyone’s in, of course.”
I don’t manage to even call for a vote, everyone speaking over each other, drowning me out. So I just slam the gavel outof tradition and find a Tennessee rocker for him to replace the nomad one.
An hour later, I finally manage to get away from the clubhouse. It’s the middle of the day, but everyone’s well on the way to getting drunk. There’s a lot to celebrate—a patchover, a baby on the way. But I got a shit ton to think about as well. Someone tried to kidnap my old lady today. Our prospects are bruised but will bounce back in a day or two. And I set up a meet with Bishop and Rook tomorrow evening.
Then there’s the fucking Wicked Sinners onesies. Does Sasha want kids? Maybe once she’s done with her online classes. Do I want them? My hair turned silver early—I like to joke that it’s the stress of being president to a bunch of heathens. But will people think I’m the kid’s grandfather?
Fuck. I never thought about this shit. Never had to. Kids weren’t in my future. Neither was love.
Wait… love?
I stop in my tracks, looking down at the dirt path leading to the old stables and Bluebell’s pen.
It’d make fucking sense, wouldn’t it? This feeling in my gut, in my chest. Every time I think about Sasha, it’s like a suckerpunch. Yeah, she makes my dick hard. And, yeah, it started out as a sense of duty toward her old man. But fuck… she’s my whole world now, isn’t she?
I clench and unclench my fists as I start walking again, my boots raising puffs of dirt as I stomp to where I spot my old lady leaning against the old wooden pen. Hearing my approach, she looks over her shoulder. As soon as she spots me, a giant smile overtakes her whole face, lighting it up. Hell, lighting me up. It’s like she’s the fucking sun.
I pick up my pace, heading right for her. Sasha’s smile slips a bit, and I realize I probably have a weird expression on my face.
“Havoc? What’s wrong? Why are you so serious?”
Instead of replying, I grab her face and bring her in for a ferocious kiss. Her breath catches in her throat, but she wraps those slim arms around me, holding on to my cut. It feels as natural as if we’d been doing this for years. When I’m done with her mouth, I pull back and stare her down.
“I fucking love you, Sasha Halvorsen,” I say, my voice ragged. “And one day soon, I’m gonna put a ring on your finger, if you’ll have me. Give you as many babies as you want.”
Sasha’s eyes widen, then fill up with tears. Her lower lip trembles, still pink and wet from my kiss.
“Well?” I prompt, shaking her a bit. “Fucking say something. You’re killing me.”
21
SASHA
