The Lyon Trilogy (13 page)

"Call your security chief, and tell
him get his ass down here now." Colton ordered the guy who'd been about to
haul me off.

He wasted no time getting on the horn to
his boss. He said a few words to whoever it was before turning back to Colton.

"Your name, sir?"

"Lyon."

I didn't miss the look of apprehension
that crossed the guard's face at that.

There was a whole lot going on thanks in
part to Jennifer's vociferous outbursts and calls for action.

Carol looked like she was about to deck
her one, and I just wanted to be done.

"Did you hurt yourself, Angel?"

Colton pushed the hair back from my temple
where she'd clocked me the first time.

There wasn't any swelling or anything that
I could tell, but it was apparent that there was some kind of bruising since he
kissed the spot before hugging me close.

I took a chance and looked up at his face
to gather how angry he was at me, but his venom was directed elsewhere.

The look he was directing at Jennifer was
almost lethal, and I actually shivered when his eyes moved to mine.

The raw intent I saw there before he hid
it behind the softer look of concern he gave me was scary as hell.

"Mr. Lyon, the boss said to come on
up."

"Let's go."

Without waiting for an answer, he turned
with me under his arm, and Carol and his crew followed behind as we headed to
the control room.

Jennifer of course yelled all the way
there.

In the office the head of security greeted
Colton like they were old friends, the way Colton acted and played it down made
me a little suspicious, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why that should
be.

The crew refused to wait outside, so we
all squeezed into the room with the monitors.

"Okay, so I'm going to run the tape
back, so we can see what we're dealing with here."

He hit some buttons, and we watched as
just one of the screens went back while the others remained on current time.

On the screen we watched Jennifer's
approach, and you couldn't hear what was being said but the look on her face
said it all.

Then there was me looking all smug and
dare I say, smarmy myself.

Her slap came next, and the head of
security stopped the tape.

"As you can see, it clearly shows
that you threw the first punch." He directed this to the still yelling
Jennifer, who had yet to shut up.

"Obviously you doctored it, everybody
knows the Lyons own this mall, and everything in it, including you, so you'd
say anything..."

"I'm willing to bet that those twenty
or so cell phones down on that floor will tell the same story, what do you want
to bet. Now the question is, Miss?"

He turned to me.

"Sloan, Katarina Sloan."

"Miss Sloan, the question is, do you
want to press charges?"

I looked to Colton for guidance, but all I
got was a squeeze and an 'it's your call babe' to which Jennifer huffed like a
racehorse coming down the stretch.

What the hell was her problem anyway?

"No, no charges, just as long as
Miss. Rossetti understands that if she comes near me again she'd get more of
the same."

Don't ask what possessed me to do it, but
I raised my fist and shook it at her, which made the guys laugh and Colton kiss
my knuckles with a grin.

"We done here, Dmitri?"

"We're done."

Colton left my side and walked over to
Jennifer, and my heart constricted painfully in my chest.

It's weird, although I knew there wasn't
anything in the least bit romantic about his approach, I still hated it.

I didn't want him anywhere near her.

His words were loud enough for all of us
to hear, though he didn't raise his voice.

I know one thing, if I'd been on the
receiving end of that, then I'd leave the state first chance I got.

"I warned you, yeah! Told you what would
happen if you touched her, and you chose to ignore my warning, so now you can
reap the whirlwind.

The fact that Kat kicked your sorry ass
does not in anyway negate what's coming your way, so not only did you suffer
the humiliation of an ass whipping in front of witnesses, but now I'm going to
make you suffer even more.

You should've known better than to fuck
with me and mine."

"Colton..." She reached for his
arm, but he evaded her touch even as I moved towards him to block her move.

I couldn't bear for her to touch him, and
in that moment I realized he was mine as much as I was his.

All those things he'd been saying to me,
worked both ways, and I owned him as much as he owned me, heart and soul.

The thought made me almost delirious, and
I forgot myself for a moment, threw myself into his arms, and ignoring the
slight pain from my sudden movements, laid one on him.

His hands came to rest on my ass as he
angled his head, and taking the kiss deeper.

"What the hell, Angel?"

He whispered as he pulled back when we'd
ran out of breath.

"What was that about? Not that I'm
complaining."

"I'm just happy you're here that's
all."

He squeezed me gently before rubbing his
nose against mine and turning to lead me from the room.

My face flamed bright red when I came face
to face with my audience. Crap, how could I forget them?

The guys were grinning and elbowing each
other until Colton glowered at them and the snickers subsided. Barely.

I didn't even spare Jennifer a glance as
we left.

It was only as we made our way through the
mall that I really took a good look at Colton.

Holy shit, that's it, there's no point in
wearing panties in this burg, but then again I needed something to help stem
the flow.

Black leather biker jacket, riding gloves,
and jeans that fit just right, and then he flipped down his shades and that was
it.

"Oooomph..."

"Babe seriously, cut that shit out
we're in a mall."

He put his arm around me, my arm went
around his waist, and when he said 'mouth' with his usual growl and then kissed
me as we continued walking, I just said to hell with it and let the dam burst.

Dry drawers are overrated anyway.

 
   Outside in the parking lot the
men had lined their rides up behind and around Carol's car. That too was hot.

"Ride with Carol, I'm right behind
you okay."

"Why can't I ride with you?" I
pouted up at him.

"Straddling my bike with a new hood piercing
won't be much fun babe, trust me. Plus you won't be able to hold onto me as you
should without hurting your nipples, so don't argue, Angel, we'll be home
before long. Now give me a kiss to tide me over."

The kiss was wild and hot and left me on my
toes and needy as it ended.

"I'm proud of you, but we need to
talk."

Well that burst my bubble. I was feeling
kinda proud of myself, well the whole brawling in public thing that was kind of
embarrassing, but the fact that I didn't choke showed that I'd come a long way
in just a few short weeks.

He didn't look mad, but there was
something there, damn, maybe I could have Carol keep driving until we made it
out of the state.

"Talk...?"

"Don't sweat it, baby, it'll keep
until we get home." With one last squeeze of my ass he sat me in the
passenger seat and closed the door.

I watched through the window as he pulled
on his helmet before throwing his leg over the seat of his powerful bike and
took the handles.

"Uuugghhhh."

"Oh you have got it bad..."

"Shut it, Carol."

I couldn't take my eyes away from him He
was like poetry in motion, so hot and male and strong, and merciful heavens
when he turned his head my way with the visor in place, eyes hidden from view,
but I knew he was looking right at me, my kitty was off and running again.

The revving of the bikes in succession
made my heart thump, and my eyes were glued to his hands as they turned the
handles as he sat waiting for Carol to pull out, which she did shortly,
followed by a cavalcade of bikers led by the hottest man alive.

"Carol, why did you call your
brother?"

"Are you kidding me? Can you imagine
the hell he would put me through if he found out about this from someone
else?"

"I think he's pissed at me."

"Nah, he might be pissed at the
situation, but I don't think he's pissed at you."

I had a sick feeling in the pit of my
stomach all the way home. What if because of his family's standing in the
community, I had crossed some sort of line?

 
   Colton didn't say anything to me
after ordering his crew to follow Carol home.

Upstairs he placed my packages, which I'd
all but forgotten, in the bedroom as I followed.

"Why are you mad at me?" I hated
the sound of tears in my voice, but the thought of him being upset with me
after everything that had happened was just too much.

"Come 'ere."

I walked over to where he stood in the
middle of the room.

"Look at me, Angel, I'm not mad at
you, but you fucked up." He placed his finger across my lips to silence
me, as I was about to speak.

"You're supposed to call me whenever
something's wrong with you. Carol shouldn't have been the one making that call.
I'm supposed to have your back at all times, and you didn't allow me to do my
job, so that's not good. You follow me?"

"Yeah."

"No need to be so humdrum, I'm glad
you kicked her ass. I'm just saying if it's a flat tire two doors down or a
fucking spider in the corner of the room, you call me. You need to know that
I've always got your back, that's how we're building us, together. Now you want
to tell me what the fuck that idiot did to make you kick her ass?"

I'm still stuck on the building us thing,
the man sure does have a way with words.

"Well?"

"Uh...well, she just sort of crept up
on us and started mouthing off at us. Carol tried to get her to go away, but
she kinda smacked me in the head, and then she started mouthing off about me
and Donna luring those boys and then crying rape..."

"The fuck... what did you say?"

"She said..."

"I heard you, but what I want to know
is where the fuck she heard about that?"

"She said she researched me, or had
me researched, I don't remember which."

Uh oh, it's true, you really can see that
pulse in someone's neck when they get angry.

"Tell me all of it."

I told him everything that happened and
watched him get madder and madder.

When he started pacing back and forth I
was beginning to think I might need to call in reinforcements.

"Okay, what's done is done, but I want
you to listen to me, if you see her or her brother, then you stay as far away
from them as possible. You remember her brother right, the one that came to the
office that day?"

"Yes, I remember."

"Good, you call me if you see them
anywhere, especially if it's someplace they're not supposed to be. These people
are seriously fucked in the head, so don't play around with this shit
okay."

"Yes, sir."

"That's my good girl, now let me have
a look at you to make sure you didn't tear anything."

I laid back on the bed, so that he could
remove the short denim skirt and the sweater I was wearing.

He turned the bars in my nipples slowly
which made me a little twitchy, and before cleaning them gave each one a soft
peck.

Next was my hood piercing which he spent a
lot of time studying and manipulating.

That would've been all good and well if he
didn't have two big fingers shoved inside of me.

"Don't move." His growl made me
all kinds of needy.

"Well you don't move."

He laughed at me even as he pulled his
fingers out and pushed them back in again. Slowly.

"Why are you teasing me?"

I was beginning to think of ways to
castrate him when he suddenly stuck his tongue out and licked me, right where
his fingers had been.

"I have to reward my brave girl, now
don't move love."

Needless to say the next half hour was
full of pleasure pain as he teased me with his tongue and fingers while
avoiding my clit.

Why he wouldn't let me take him into my
mouth and return the favor, I don't know.

"Stop moving, or I'll stop."

"Son of a..."

The forceful thrust that followed my
outcry only fueled the fire.

"You know...you only pierced the
hood, not the hole." That's right, I was willing to beg if I had to.

"Angel, don't tempt me, just let me
get you off with my tongue."

Which he proceeded to do while I screamed
the house down.

* * * * *

I hate the fact that I'm now fighting a
war on three fronts. I don't like spreading myself this thin, although one of
those battles I'll be more behind the scenes than hands-on.

I don't like having so many irons in the
fire at once, and each situation needed my full attention to be handled
correctly.

Kat has been back to work for a couple days
now, and her piercings are healing nicely. She's been settling in at home
without much fuss, mostly because I know to stay the fuck out of her way, and
let her do her thing.

Neither one of us has ever lived with a
partner before, and since she's younger, I decided to let her get herself
straight first. I know it doesn't matter to me one way or the other what went
where and who had how many drawers. As long as her ass was in my bed at the end
of every day, that's all I cared about.

At night I held her close and secure in my
arms, sharing with her the only way I could until she was completely healed.

The night of the mall incident we had been
on our way back from another meeting with the biker who had the inside track on
the two guys in prison.

Things had already been set off there with
one suffering two broken legs, while the other was eating through a tube. That
was just the beginning, and I planned on making sure they never had a safe
moment for the rest of their stay behind bars.

Now with the fucking Rossetti's on my hit
list, that shit was closer to home than I would've liked. Not even I knew how I
would react to seeing her under threat. I'm apt to believe that everything that
happened to her from now on will be measured in my mind against the horror
she'd faced a few months ago.

I'm thinking that every small slight to
her will cut much deeper with me because of what she's already suffered.

I could leave shit alone, and call it a
one off, but I know that demented bitch, and she wouldn't stop unless I stopped
her, and I knew just where to hit.

Since she and her brother were so
power-hungry and greedy for wealth, I'd seen about annulling some contracts and
other lucrative deals that might be in the works between their family and ours.

The board that we have in place to look
after the family conglomerate knew better than to fuck with me on anything, so
it was just a matter of me choosing which deals I wanted squashed and making it
happen.

I have no doubt I could find reasons to
legally dissolve whatever binding agreement we might have.

I know one of the reasons she'd tried so
hard to make us work was because her family needed me and my wealth and
influence to add some life to their festering carcass.

Now she'd just made shit worst for herself
and her douche of a brother.

I'd seen the look in her eyes before I'd
threatened her, and knowing some of the fucked up shit she'd pulled in the past
in her efforts to get me back, I wouldn't put anything past the crazy bitch.

In the past I'd let a lot slide, and I'd
overlooked a lot of her sick behavior, but now with Kat in the picture I
couldn't take any chances. I have to keep my eyes open to see that she stayed
safe, but that shouldn't be so hard since I planned on keeping her close.

She hadn't even had a chance to drive her
new car because I drove her to work, though she damn near had a heart attack
when I took her into my garage and showed it to her.