Lyon
Chapter 112

“Where’s Lydia?”

“Her little a*s better be home in bed if she knows what’s good for her. So what’re we dealing with here bro?”

My boy Travis answered my call and showed up like I’d asked. I told him to come later in the night while Kat was asleep so she wouldn’t stick her nose in my shit.

We stood in the middle of my driveway with two of his boys out of the glare of the streetlight. Anyone seeing us standing there, arms folded, legs spread, would think we were going into battle. We were all well over six feet, very imposing and the tats and muscles didn’t help to dispel the notion of biker dudes up to no good.

“F**k if I know, this chick just turned up here under the front wheel of Kat’s car.”

“What the f**k was she doing on your driveway?” See, like minds and shit.

“That’s what I said but everyone else seems to think I’m blowing shit out of proportion.”

“What does your gut say?”

“This is f****d.”

“The gut don’t lie bro, f**k what everybody else thinks. So what are we doing? You want me to make this bitch gone?”

F**k!

“Nah, I need your connections. I want someone to run her prints as soon as possible. I need to know who she is before I end up f*****g up some totally innocent woman.”

“You got a picture of this person? She might not be in the system and if she’s not, prints won’t be of any help. You said she has amnesia. On the off chance that she’s not full of shit, maybe circulating her picture would bring her family out the woodwork.”

“I didn’t think about that shit my father in law said. They didn’t want to put up flyers just in case she was hiding from some shit like an abusive husband.”

“There’re ways around that shit, f*****g cops; get me a picture and I’ll see what I can do. I’ll have dad get one of his pigeons on the prints in the meantime.”

I passed him the can I’d taken back from Drake. “Thanks man I really appreciate this.”

“No worries bro, I gotta get back. My woman had a little thing last night so I don’t want to be too far for too long.”

“What kind of thing?”

“Some fucker jumped her for her coat. I had to put his a*s out, but he’s a dumb f**k so he might try hitting back at me. I’d as soon he doesn’t get another chance at her.”

“He’s still breathing?”

“I know right.” We bullshitted for another five minutes before they headed out. I hope I’d done the right thing; I have guys in my crew with connections but none that could get me the results as swiftly as old man Mallory. Three days till Xmas, I wanted this shit done like yesterday.

***

“Colt?”

“Right here baby.” I slid into bed behind her and pulled her back into my arms.

“Cold.” I pulled the covers up around her shoulders and cuddled her closer kissing her forehead.

“Sleep sweetheart.” She dropped off to sleep and I laid awake listening to her breathe; my mind played back over the past two years. Meeting her, falling in love with her, watching her grow from the timid little mouse into the beautiful wildcat that I now held in my arms.

She hadn’t tried any of her crazy stunts lately, not since the baby. Not that I wanted her trying to break her damn neck, but I don’t want her becoming that person that gave up her life because she was a mother and a wife.

I want her to retain that fire. I want her to be as free as she wants to be, to do whatever she wants. So much has changed in her life in a short space of time. She’s a f*****g millionaire for one thing, though she doesn’t act like it. She’s still my sweet little girl who looks to her husband to spoil her.

“I love you my precious Angel.” The whispered words were followed by a k**s to her forehead. She sighed in her sleep and cuddled closer. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, feeling at peace for the first time in a long time. With Travis on the hunt, I should have something soon hopefully and I can go from there.