Lyon
Chapter 106

“Colt.” Her voice was sleepy soft and sexy, but since I’d already f****d her six ways from Sunday before she dropped off to sleep I figured I’d let her get some rest.

I left the bed and headed for my home office after checking in on my daughter. That kid has the weirdest sleeping habits. She sleeps on her knees with her butt in the air. I touched her hair softly and my heart did its funny little dance. I kissed her head and brushed her hair back with my fingers before heading out.

I sat in the quiet of my office going over and over in my mind all that has happened in the last few days, but I kept coming back to the accident. Something, in fact everything about that screamed set up to me. I just didn’t know who the players were.

Nothing else has happened in a while before this whole mess, so I have a feeling that it has something to do with one of my scrapes from the past year and a half, which means it has something to do with my wife. Everything I’ve done in that time frame except for a few little flare ups here and there where the crew and I had to go put out a few flames had to do with her in some way or the other. Trouble magnet.

I pulled up my files on the three assholes in lockdown. I’ m going to have to go through each of their backgrounds to see if there was any connection. Maybe they had a sister or a girlfriend or something.

Kat hadn’t known her attackers, so there would be no way for her to know their families and I’m sure if she’d seen this person at the trial she would remember. There was nothing else I could think of that this could be about and I have nowhere else to start so this was as good a guess as any.

I can’t exactly go through my father in law for answers. That’s too f*****g close for comfort. So I’m gonna have to reach out. I have a lot of ground to cover. There was still Jennifer and her crazy a*s. I might have to sift through her friends as well.

No one knew about my part in what went down in Arizona, so I’m thinking that’s a dead end. Even the guys in prison are a bit of a stretch but I can’t think of anything else that would explain it. James the f**k didn’t have any friends that I know of and even if he did, why would they come after me?

As far as everybody knows he torched himself while getting high or some shit. Maybe it was someone from my past before Kat but something told me no. Besides she’d chosen Kat’s car to pull her little stunt on and my gut said it was about her, but what? Who?

“Colt.” Her voice was sleepy soft and sexy, but since I’d already f****d her six ways from Sunday before she dropped off to sleep I figured I’d let her get some rest.

I was damn near pulling my hair out in frustration. I hate feeling this way. Like I have no control over what’s going on around me, especially with this feeling of pending danger. Sitting there long enough, I got an idea that I wrestled with for a minute.

It was the only thing I could come up with but still I had a few reservations. My boy Travis is cool as f**k but he’s also crazy. This fucker makes me look like an altar boy sometimes and that’s putting it mildly.

The difference between him and I is that I try to be a gentleman or so I like to think. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt if you know what I mean, before taking them the f**k out. Not my boy Travis, his hotheaded a*s would take out a whole town to get to one a*****e.

Especially if that town was harboring said a*****e. He’s a little younger than I am. Not by much. Just a few years but damn the kid is rough. I once saw him take down a man twice his size with a few moves.

Getting him involved might speed up the process but there might be more b***d shed than I’m ready for. I’ve got my wife and kid to think about now and my father in law is just waiting for me to do something. I think he needs to prove to himself that he’s right about his suspicions.

Not that I think Drake wants to throw me in jail or anything, no with him I think he’s just one of those people that likes to know shit. I’m giving some serious thought to calling up Travis just to get this shit over and done with.

It’s not so much his brawn that I’m in need of, that shit I can handle myself, but his contacts. One in particular would come in really handy right now. He heads his own crew and they sometimes get together with mine on out of town rides.

We’ve helped each other out a time or two in the past, like with the pedophile thing, and I know one hundred percent that he would be on board, but f**k. Travis is cool people no doubt about it, I wouldn’t let the crazy f**k near my family if he wasn’t and he’s been to my house quite a bit.

But he has connections that I don’t; his dad is the head of the local outfit if you know what I mean. If I’m hardcore this fucker is Teflon. Travis likes Kat and the baby. He was at our wedding and Caitlin’s christening. He’s one of those guys that if he likes you, he’s got your back for life.

If I get him involved in this shit that would just be opening a whole new can of worms. These are the arguments I kept going over and over again in my head. I should probably wait until I have more but when it comes to Kat I won’t take chances.

She’s had enough fuckery in her life already. When I put her under me that first time, I promised her that that shit was dead and I intend to keep my word at all cost. I guess Travis it is then, since her dad said shit will take time on his end and I know for a fact that old man Mallory could get shit done sooner.

I don’t ask questions when it comes to his shit, he is way too hardcore for my a*s. I might get into a scrape here and there to protect someone or to get an abused woman away from that situation. Old man Mallory is a whole other kettle of fish, as far as I can gather, him and his crew were hardcore back in the day and now he was passing that shit off to his sons.

Theirs was the kind of crew you read about in old newspapers I guess. You know the type, the grizzly looking fuckers with beards down to their chests. Shit kickers that had seen way better days and never smiling.

They were the kind of bikers that put fear in every man, woman, and child when they rode through a town one hundred strong. They kinda remind me of the gunslingers of the old West. Only these days, old man Mallory was a lot more refined. He wore silk suits and loafers and shit.

Whatever gene he had in him that made him do the things his legend was made of, he’d passed on to his son Travis; and here I was giving serious thought to drawing him into this mess with me if only to get to the bottom of it sooner rather than later. I didn’t feel like I had a choice. There was nothing for me to work with and I gotta do what I gotta do.

With the decision made, I sent off a quick text and headed for bed and my woman.