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“And stripper pussy to munch on...” Lyle interjected.
Rafe slammed back down onto all four legs of his chair. “Jealous that I’m actually getting some, unlike your drunk ass? Can’t come for the sweetbutts anymore, I’ve heard, so much for Big Papa and his ten inches-”
“Fuck you!” Lyle retorted, flushing.
“Alright!” Colt bellowed, beginning to lose his patience. Shadow’s ears rotated around but he pretended to sleep on. Baby Chase let out a little yelp and April bent in and cooed in his ear. “Rafe, Road Captain is easy, just decide where we ride every weekend, and order food and booze for the evening party.”
“Can do,” Rafe said moodily.
“Rita, you any good at math?” Colt turned to her, hope in his eyes.
“No,” she replied, disgust curling her face.
April sat forward. “How about we outsource to an accountant? We’ve got a mess of businesses, you want the Glasshouse, the hotel, there’s all the building works, we haven’t been keeping the books straight for months… get a professional to do it-”
Rita nodded. “Yeah, honestly, I wouldn’t be able to do the books, I barely went to school, remember?” She winced.
April’s eyes were flashing with eagerness. “But you can be the liaison point with the accountant… maybe that local firm, what are they called… Miller and Associates? I’ll get in touch with them, then you can take it from there, Rita-”
“What will I need to do?” Rita narrowed her eyes. She was all confidence and sass until she suddenly wasn’t, and then she was a shy little girl.
“Just go to a meeting with whoever they assign as our accountant. We’re their client, so you get to tell them what to do. Boss them around, build a relationship and they’ll do all the number crunching. Then just report back to Colt and the committee on how it’s all going,” April explained.
Rita tossed her pastel pink hair over her shoulders and held her chin high. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
Colt smiled, satisfied. “Good.”
Rita smiled reluctantly.
“So that’s that pretty much. We don’t need an enforcer yet, we aren’t big enough, though I have Phantom in mind for that when we are, to report into Ash, anyway, as Sergeant at Arms-”
“You need a VP,” Lyle interjected.
Everyone went quiet and looked at Colt.
“Can’t have a mute VP,” Lyle nodded to Phantom. Phantom wasn’t offended, he agreed, he knew the practicalities of that wouldn’t work out. He wasn’t upset to not have a position on the committee. In time, maybe, like Colt said, Enforcer could be a good spot for him, but he didn’t have any ambitions for now. Any future ambitions involved Sophie and getting between her thighs and he was more than content about that. Phantom raised a shoulder quickly in a little shrug of acknowledgement.
Colt’s face snagged on Lyle. “Oh yeah, my right hand man, someone I trust above all else to be second in command if I’m absent,” he drawled.
Lyle puffed up his chest a little, expecting it to come to him.
Colt paused a moment and cocked his head to one side. “Have you been drinking, Lyle?” Colt asked quietly.
The air left Lyle’s chest and he deflated like a popped balloon. “What? Fuck off! No, I haven’t-”
“You’re lying,” Colt calmly stated.
Lyle frowned. “I don’t have to answer to you-”
“You do, I’m your President.”
“Well so what? Okay, yes, I’ve had a drink already today, yes it’s not even lunchtime, I know, fucking shoot me-”
“Don’t tempt me, Lyle!” Colt exploded. “Fuck, what about all those promises you made me? Huh? All that hard work in rehab-”
“Rehab sucked ass, Colt! Men in white coats telling me to talk about my feelings all day long-”
“Yeah, ‘cause you’ve got a problem-”
