The Lyon Trilogy (14 page)

I'd cut her off at the pass before she
could start another one of her fucked up arguments about me giving her
expensive things. I wondered when women had stopped valuing themselves,
seriously.

It's been two days since the mall
incident, and since then I must've fielded fifty calls from James. When I said
I was going to do something, I didn't fuck around.

So far he'd only lost two building
contracts, but I intended to do even more. Our families have always worked
together because of some antiquated friendship that went back generations, but
I'd be fucked if mine and Katarina's kids were going to be stuck doing business
with the offspring of these two sick fucks. As far as I'm concerned, all bets
were off when she put her hands on a future Lyon.

My third target behind bars had no idea
what was about to befall him. I'd decided not to hit all three targets at once
lest it draw suspicion, and this way with only two of the players hit in what
seemed like separate incidences, no one was the wiser.

Before this thing with Angel and that
bitch, I was on track to head to Arizona to take care of the one who thought he
got away because of mommy and daddy's money. Now I might have to put that shit
off because I didn't want to be too far away if she, or her brother, tried some
shit with my girl.

The guys had found the videos on YouTube,
and had somehow come up with a compilation, which they watched constantly to
Kat's embarrassment.

Someone had nailed gold sparring gloves to
the office door.

We were both miserable as fuck because we
couldn't fuck, but no matter how much she whined and bitched I wouldn't relent.
There was no way I was going to risk hurting her, besides it was just a few
more days.

This morning she'd driven her little
sports car for the first time, and she was too damn cute behind the wheel, but
I missed having her clinging to my back.

Since her and Carol's shopping trip had
been cut short, I'd ran her into a different mall to pick up some things, which
I ended up doing myself. If I hadn't, she would've ended up in jeans and tees,
and I have nothing against that shit, especially when she was on the back of my
bike, but I had my own ideas of what I wanted to see her in. Fuck you; don't
judge me, my woman, my rules. Who else is she dressing to please anyway?

The office is crazy since word of the
Grimaldi deal leaked, and now everyone and their mother wanted a custom built
Lyon bike.

I arranged it so one of us was always near
the office at all times to keep an eye on Kat. Building bikes is a noisy
business, and I didn't want her to need me and for me to not be able to hear
her over the noise.

Not that I thought either one of those two
fucks would be dumb enough to come here on my turf to start shit, but it's
better to be safe than sorry. I'd thought she was perfectly safe going to the
mall and look what happened.

At about lunch time the thundercloud that
is my mother descended on us, breathing fire and threatening mayhem.

"What's this I hear about Katarina
being involved in a brawl in the mall, and why did I have to hear about it from
someone else?"

"Mom, it's taken care of,
everything's okay now."

"Well what happened, and who do I
have to kill?"

"Would you take it easy, everything's
fine, no one's hurt. Kat's perfectly fine as you can see, and we're about to go
out for lunch."

"Humph, I'll be the judge of that.
You know I've been talking to your mom on the phone lately, Katarina, and I
promised her I'd look out for you like one of my own."

"Yes I know, she told me."

Kat seemed just a tad bit intimidated by
mom.

"I didn't see your truck outside, and
a little bird told me someone got rid of it for you. Oh Colton, that's just
perfect, now she can drive the Volvo..."

"Mom, seriously, I hate that freaking
car. Why the hell would I give it to my woman to ride around in? Besides, you
know good and well I gave it to that mother of five in Glenwood whose douche
bag of a husband left her and took the only means of transportation."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that, well
that's fine then I guess. So where are we going for lunch, my treat?"

"Actually, I'm taking Kat by Stacy's
and Em's place."

"Oh merciful heavens, you're going to
paint all over this poor child's body too?"

"Mom, go home. Better yet, go find
Char or your husband, and relax if you know what I mean."

"Don't tease your mother, just
promise me you're not going to cover this child in paint."

"That, my dear mother, is none of
your concern. What a man does to his woman's body is personal, and private. Her
body belongs to me, get the drift?"

"Oh my, my..."

I didn't too much care for the big stupid
grin that spread across her face, and I could just imagine what she was
thinking, if I wasn't careful, then I'd be hearing wedding bells before long.

"Let's go, Angel. Goodbye mother,
we'll do lunch some other time."

"Angel, he calls you Angel..."

She poked around in her bag for a tissue
to wipe the tears that had gathered suddenly in her eyes.

"Mom cut that shit out. I got things
to do, so I can't deal with one of your crying jags right now."

"You go on son, don't mind me, and
don't forget dinner tomorrow night. Kat you will be there of course."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good, you kids run along now and Colton
please, keep it small."

I ignored her and led Kat out of the
office.

* * * * *

His sister's tattoo parlor wasn't anything
like I expected. The place was spacey and chic, with marble floors and gilded
mirrors on the walls. The artistes were very sophisticated looking men and
women with well coiffed hair and spiffy outfits, and nothing at all like one
would expect in a tattoo parlor.

"Why are we here again?" He
hadn't exactly been forthcoming about this little field trip. I knew from past
conversations that we both wanted me to get tattooed, but nothing had been said
lately, or not since I moved in anyway.

"I've been talking to Stacy about
what I want done, but we're not starting for at least another couple of weeks
though because I'm already taxing my endurance waiting for you to heal. If I
tack on another couple of days because of your tats, then I'd go out of my
fucking mind."

"It hurts that bad?" As much as
I liked the idea of a tattoo, I'm not very fond of pain.

"No, it's not that, it's just that
it's going to be a lot of work, especially your back art, and it can be very
uncomfortable after. We're just here to look at what she's come up with so far,
and maybe super impose it on your back to see how it'll work out."

"Who's going to do it?"

"Stacy and only Stacy, and I'll be
here with you, so not to worry. The rooms are all private, so no one else will
be able to see you while she's working on you."

"Hello, little brother. Hi, Kat, I
heard you put a smack down on Jennifer, way to go." Stacy came up behind
us and she gave me a high five before leading us to her workstation.

"Colt, I hope this is what you had in
mind, if not, then we can tweak it to your specifications. You were pretty
adamant about what it is you wanted, and I tried to get as close as
possible."

She held up a drawing that I thought was
phenomenal. The picture depicted me kneeling as if in prayer, with angel's
wings protruding from my back. The words Lyon's Angel in cursive was written
over my head, and it was amazing.

"Damn, sis, this is great, and it's
exactly what I had in mind."

I looked on in awe. I'd never seen
anything like it, except maybe for Colton's tattoos. His art was all fire and
tribal symbols, all manly and hot, but this looked very feminine and classy to
me, and I couldn't wait to get started.

"I have plans for other parts of your
body, but that can wait, this is for your back. What do you think?"

"I love it." Lyon's Angel, wow.

* * * * *

I needed my name on her as soon as possible,
to me that was more personal, and made more of a statement than a diamond ring.

Katarina got undressed and straddled the
chair, so Stacy could do her thing.

"If you want, we can start on the
outline." She offered when she was finished lining up the artwork on Kat's
back.

"Not today, give us a few weeks. Now
where's the other one?"

Stacy brought out the other drawing I'd
asked her to work on for me. It was a picture of Kat that would take up my side
in a lounging position. Kat's mouth hung open in surprise.

"You're really...you're going
to..."

"What the fuck, Angel?" She
broke down in tears, and Stacy excused herself while I tended to my crying
baby.

"Hey, what's all this?"

"You're going to have my face on your
body, it's just, it's so...permanent, and it says so much, and I'm just so
overwhelmed."

"Babe, we talked about this shit,
yeah, you're my it, my one. What's the problem?"

She just shook her head as I hugged her.
Damn I wish I could take her home, and love her out of her crying jag. I was
going to have to come up with something because this abstinence shit was a pain
in the ass.

"Babe, let me talk to you about
something." I had a brilliant idea, but I didn't know how it would work,
after all everyone wasn't into this shit, but if I didn't get part of me into
some part of her soon, then there might be serious repercussions.

She kept looking at me all afternoon after
our little talk, and thank God she'd said yes to my proposal, but the only
problem now was that I had a boner the rest of the day just thinking about it.
I was tempted more than once to say fuck it and head out, but I couldn't just
leave the guys with the heavy load.

Katarina was a born tease, and she kept
shaking her little ass at me every chance she got, which only made my situation
worse. She might fuck around and find herself impaled right there in the
fucking office if she wasn't careful, and I know she doesn't want that because
what I had planned for her might involve a lot of screaming on her part.

"Baby, cut that shit out." She's
looking at my crotch, and biting her lip while rubbing her legs together under
the desk.

"I'm not doing anything."

"My ass, and don't give me that
innocent look, that shit'll get you fucked into the ground."

"Eeeeeeek."

She made that little noise she always made
when I was getting to her. I checked my watch, two more hours, shit. I'm not
sure I'm going to make it.

I made it a point to stay out of the
office the rest of the day, and my guys seemed to know something was up, but
they had the good sense to keep their damn mouths shut, though there were a few
snickers, and a whole lot of whispering going on. It didn't take me long to
find out what the whispering was about when Jared approached me all tongue in
cheek.

"So boss, I was thinking of taking
Katarina over to the house to see my dad. He hasn't seen her in a while. I'll
have her home by say, ten or eleven."

I looked up at him without saying a word. Somehow
these fucks had gauged the situation and decided to have some fun at my
expense.

"So you're the sacrificial lamb,
huh." I wiped grease off my hand.

"Huh?" He looked at me as if all
confused and then looked around at his cohorts.

"You let those assholes talk you into
pulling the lion's tail, so which one of them is going to remove my boot from
your ass?"

He jumped back laughing when I got up from
my stooping position next to the bike I was working on.

"Take it easy, Lyon, I was just, you
know, making a suggestion. I can always take her home another time." He
ran back to the guys who were laughing and having a grand old time. If I wasn't
in such a bad way, then I would think up some way to make them suffer, but as
it is, all I could think about was getting my Angel naked.