The Lyon Trilogy (8 page)

Mom and Carol were already doing girly
shit with her, but mom's a wild card, so she might be more trouble than help since
her mind stays stuck on weddings and babies and shit.

She hadn't asked me to divulge any of what
I'd learned from Kat, so I could only surmise that she'd either learned
something from Char and her hocus pocus shit, or she was going against form,
and keeping her nose out of my shit.

If the last was the case, then it wouldn't
last long. Elena wasn't known for her patience, but at least she'd taken an
interest in Kat, so now, not only did she have her mom who she talked to
everyday, but she had the women in my family and Lord help me, Char.

Most of the wives of the crew were older
than her, but they knew how to welcome a little sister to the fold, so I'll
have to set something up soon.

I left her in the office after stealing
one more kiss, her fucking mouth, was magic. She tasted like berries, and the
innocent way she played her tongue around mine made me want to run away with
her somewhere for a week.

I had barely made it to the shop when I
heard Jennifer's annoying voice.

The fuck is wrong with the Rossetti clan
today? Two of them in one day were a cocktail for trouble; and I knew she'd
sent her piss-ant of a brother over here earlier, like he was supposed to scare
me. The Rossetti's were one of the premier families in the state, old money and
lots of it.

The thing was, my family was older and had
bucket loads more, whereas the Rossetti siblings thrived on that shit and used
it for their evil little games, but I could give less than a fuck.

Money in the bank was all well and good,
but if your heart was black as soot it didn't mean shit. I wish I'd known that
shit before I'd wet my wick in that Asp. Poisonous bitch.

She came strolling into the shop with her
designer wear and the overpowering stench of her perfume.

Less is more bitch, didn't anybody ever
tell you that?

She bypassed my guys who were giving her
the stink eye. They hated her almost as much as I did, seeing as how she'd
tried to destroy our crew with her jealousy bullshit.

Looking at her now I wondered what the fuck
I was thinking for those months I'd been in her clutches. Thank God I'd seen
the light before it was too late.

"Well well, Colton, who's the mousy
little tart you have keeping office these days?"

I didn't even bother to answer her scuzzy
ass. Why the fuck should I, and who the fuck was she to ask?

"I see you still insist on getting
dirty with the hired help."

Every last man had his middle finger up
before she was finished with her little insult.

I grinned in her face knowing how much
she'd hate that shit. She really thought her shit didn't stink, but I had to
keep an eye on her. Her vindictive, narcissistic ass could cause trouble, and
I'd rather she directed that shit at me than my guys.

"What can I do for you Jennifer, and
make it quick I've got shit to do."

"Did you think you could just throw
your little mouse in my face without paying the price, and in front of all our
friends?"

"Bitch are you off your meds? What
the fuck are you talking about, we've been quits for months..."

"That's just a little blip. Everyone
knows we belong together. Our families are, like, the leading families in this
town. Who're you going to marry, the sheriff’s daughter?"

She laughed at her own little joke.

"He's the chief, and it's none of
your business. The fuck!"

She checked out her manicured nails as she
lobbed her next volley.

"Let's just say the chief and his
daughter might not like the repercussions if she gets in my way..."

I was in the bitch's face before she blinked,
and her eyes flashed with fear before she hid it again.

Yeah bitch, remember who the fuck you're
talking to.

"Jennifer you go anywhere near her
and I'll end you."

"You wouldn't dare, my
brother..."

I laughed off her half assed threat.

"You think you've seen the worst of
me, you haven't seen shit yet. Touch one hair on her fucking head and you're
done."

* * * * *

I didn't like the look on Jennifer's face
as she left. That viper was known to be true to form, so I'll just have to keep
on eye on Angel for the next little while, and make sure she didn't try
anything with her. She'd be a dumb bitch if she did because I seriously would
fuck her over if she tried anything.

As far as I was concerned Kat was worth
ten of her, even when she'd been dressing like a bag lady.

I took her home at the end of the day. I'd
taken over that little job from Jared as well. My woman has no right on the
back of some other dude's bike. It's an insult no matter who the dude was.

Outside her house she climbed off my bike
and did her usual shy girl routine, head down, lip between the teeth, and hand
playing with the purse strap on her shoulder.

"So, see you tomorrow I
guess..."

I expected her to start twirling her hair
around her finger any second now.

"Come here."

I pulled her by her waist towards me.

"You staying in, or you got something
planned with the other Lyon women?"

"Uh...in I think, Carol didn't say
anything, but you know that can change in a heartbeat."

"Give me a buzz if you're going out
somewhere."

"Okay."

"Lips."

I fucking loved the way she just tilted
her head so I could take her lips, and my dick sprang to life, and I gave her
side a little squeeze as I tongued her mouth.

"Uhmmmmmm, I released her with a few
nibbles of her bottom lip and a pat on her ass, my mind flashing to what she
had on under her clothes.

"I'll call you later, and if you
don't hear from me at our usual time don't go to sleep. I'll make sure I call
you to say goodnight at least."

"Yes, sir."

"Cock tease." I stared her down
before starting up my bike and pulling out.

By the time I reached the end of her block
my mind was in another mode.

I'd called some guys, a more rougher
element if you will, who were moving some things around to get me the
information I needed to get an inside man to the job I had in mind.

I wasn't down with rape, no matter if it
was man or woman, so I wasn't going that route, but those college boys were
gonna know what it was like to live in fear of their lives just as she had that
night.

I'd originally planned to have them iced
outright, but I changed my mind at the last minute. All I needed was for nosy
ass Char to peek into her crystal ball, or whatever the fuck, and run to Elena.
Half her predictions were for shit, but every once in a while she got shit
right, and I'm not even touching on her last prediction, that shit'll drive me
crazy.

The meeting with these guys took a few
days to organize because I'd still had some legwork to do, and I had to make it
so there was no backlash from my actions, and to make sure I wasn't being set
up.

Since I'd never gone the criminal route
before, I had to take every precaution. Law enforcement was some sneaky
bastards, and I didn't want to end up dealing with some undercover cop. The
chances of that happening were slim to none, but still.

I had to ride to the next town over to
handle my shit, but as was usual I left a few guys behind to watch over the
families. I never left them unattended, so there were always crewmembers in
riding distance in case something jumped off.

Now Kat was part of their routine.

No one questioned that decision, and she
was the first receptionist to ever be added to the line up. I figured from
their little sly smirks thrown my way that they'd drawn their own conclusions
as to what was going on there. Nosy fucks.

Em decided he wanted to ride along as
muscle, and not that I needed it, but we're family and that's what families do,
so we back each other's play.

It was almost nine by the time we got to
where the fuck we were going. I hated clichéd clandestine meetings in the backs
of smoky run down dives, so we were having this meet on the waterfront.

Dude had brought his whole posse, the fuck
was he expecting, a showdown, whatever. I can't say that I blame him though.
One crew calls you on behalf of another like that, with some heavy shit, you
should take precautions, but I wasn't feeling threatened. This was still my
turf and I wasn't here on some bullshit.

"Sanchez."

"Lyon."

We did the head nod thing before we both
hopped off our rides and walked a little ways from our boys.

"What you got?"

"We're in, and it was easy. You do know
these guys are in some cushy little bitch ass jail awaiting trial right?"

"What?"

Okay so I'm not up on the prison system,
and wasn't planning on ever visiting the inside of one. If I ever did a mother
fucker, which was about the only thing I could see me doing to land me in
there, then I'd make sure to do shit right and leave nothing back for evidence.

So I hadn't gone any farther than getting
the names from Jared, and the name of the place they were being held at. Here I
am thinking that if you terrorized two teenaged girls, leading one to her
death, that you will most definitely be doing hard time on a chain gang while
awaiting justice.

The bad thing for these boys was that
learning this only pissed me way the fuck off, and now their lives were going
to be just a little harder.

We worked out the particulars, which took
the better part of two hours, which meant it was almost her bedtime by the time
we were satisfied.

"Gimme a minute, bro."

I walked off and pulled out my phone, and
she answered on the first ring.

"You tucked up, babe?"

"Just about, where are you?"

"I had some shit to do, and I should
be back soon, but it'll be late by the time I get there, so I'm calling you
now. Can't stay long, babe, got people waiting on me, so stay sweet, and I'll
see you in the morning."

"Okay...be careful, and by the way my
truck's ready, so you don't have to get me in the morning."

"We'll see, what were you reading
when I came into the office today?"

"Colt!"

"Tell me."

"A book...about Dom–sub
relationships." She hung up the phone.

I'm sure the men around me thought I'd
lost my mind when I started roaring with laughter.

My little angel was full of surprises.

I walked back over to where Sanchez was
waiting to tie shit up.

"We done?"

"Your call, brother."

"We're done."

The next morning I was standing in the lot
with the guys looking at some finished products when this old ass truck pulled
in.

Oh, hell no, the fuck?

"What the fuck is that?"

I pointed at the monstrosity she'd just
hopped out of.

"What, my truck, my dad and his
friend worked on it, it's good."

I unclipped my cell and called the chief,
and this might be stepping over all kinds of boundaries, but whatever, it was
Angel.

"Chief, what the fuck?"

"Colton, what?"

"What is she driving?"

"What do you mean, son?"

"How reliable is this thing?"

"It looks like crap, but it's in good
shape, so she'll still get a good couple years out of it."

Not if I had anything to say about it.

"We need to talk, chief."

"You know where to find me, this
about you and my girl I take it."

"Yep."

"She told you about..."

"Yeah, she told me."

"Okay then."

We hung up, and I looked over the piece of
crap she'd been driving.

"Haul this shit outta here
boys."

"Colton..."

"You got anything in there you can't
live without?"

"You're not getting rid of my
truck."

"You're not driving that eyesore
again."

How would it look I have a fucking garage
full of expensive cars, and my woman was riding around in this shit?

I knew exactly which jeep I wanted her to
have.

"Come with me, and give Tommy your
keys."

She grudgingly gave up the keys to the
junk heap and followed me grumbling under her breath.

"Something on your mind, Sloan?"

"No!"

"What's with the attitude, you
seriously think I'd let you drive around in that shit?"

"I don't see what's wrong with
it."

For some reason I saw the truck as an
extension of her baggy clothes and schoolmarm hair, something to hide behind.

* * * * *

He can be so annoying sometimes, but oh so
sexy.

That take charge attitude of his was gonna
get him thrown to the floor and ravaged. It didn't help that he was wearing
army green fatigues with a black muscle shirt, and his tats were on full
display making me twitchy.

His pants were shoved into his Doc
Martens, and there was a nice little bulge under his belt that promised all
kinds of delights.

I was not going to get any work done with
this character around, that's for sure.

We were in his office by the time I got my
drool under control.

He threw something at me from his drawer
which I caught in mid air, keys. I couldn't miss the emblem on them.

"What's this?”

"Keys to the Merc."

"Are you insane, you can't just give
me the keys to a Mercedes Benz—"

"Did I, or did I not, say you're on
the back of my bike and in my bed!"

"Yeah, but..."

"Please don't tell me you're one of
those chicks that don't know how your man is supposed to treat you...listen up,
if you're under me, then that means you belong to me, and you're my
responsibility, so its my job to look out for you... are you getting this shit,
cause I'm not repeating myself."

"I hear you, but I just don't
understand."

"What's to understand? A man humbles
a woman; he takes care of that woman, in all ways, so now you're driving the
Merc instead of that piece of shit truck. I'll have one of the guys bring it
out here from the house by knock off time."

"But what if I scratch it..."