Lyon
Chapter 140

I needed to go. My boy Law had just called and said I needed to get to his place and from the sounds of it the shit was serious. “Catalina’s little friend is coming over to work on a school project together isn’t that cute?”

It was the ‘isn’t that cute’ that tipped me off. “What little friend?” Her cocky grin told me I was not going to like what came next and I was right.

“You know, one of her many boyfriends, she told me this one might be serious so she invited him over to work on their science project together.”

I glared at her for half a second before stalking her across the room. “Didn’t I say no girls; huh? Didn’t I know this shit was going to happen?”

“Who in the f**k is this kid and what science project?”

“Some volcano thing they have to work on calm down. Your father promised to come over and help you know he’s a science buff.”

“Yeah that’s all we need is to get somebody else’s kid high.”

“Oh pooh you know he doesn’t do that around the kids stop it.”

“I know they’ll be high as a f*****g kite messing around with him. And I’m not sure about Mengele and her little pal in my basement building shit. Kat why are you trying to make me crazy?”

“Colton honey you need to calm down.” I growled at her a*s and left the room.

I left the house after my crew got there and headed to Law’s place. He’d sounded like some f**k was up but I can’t imagine what that could be. And when we rode up a few hours later my antenna zinged off the charts. The place looked like they were gearing up for some shit and it didn’t look good.

“The f**k Jared, is Law planning a coup? Look at all these military type f***s, shiiiit.” I slid off my ride and went to meet my old friend who’d had some trouble of his own not too long ago, with some a*****e offing his parents and kid sister.

We’d offered our services of course but he wanted to handle shit on his own. Now his yard looked like they were planning a raid on Fallujah or some f**k. We shared our usual greeting before getting down to shit.

“What’s going on brother?” I asked him if this was about his family, something I was more than willing to help him take care of, but once again he denied it. It was the way he skirted the issue whatever it was, that started the burning in my gut. That’s my warning signal, my first inclination that some f**k is way off.

When he told me to stay Cool, he had to know that the opposite was gonna be the result, there was some f**k going on here that obviously involved me, but what the f**k could that be? Law and I hadn’t ever really made any runs together. I’ve made bikes for him and some of his guys before and we developed a kind of bond over the years though he was way younger than I, he was my type of people.

Creed I’d done a few save the children runs with in the past, but I didn’t know the soldier types Law introduced me to. He didn’t have to tell me they were military that shit came through their pores for f**k sake. When he came back from talking in hushed tones to one of them, probably the leader, he led me off to his clubhouse office, and my whole world got turned the f**k inside out.

My men lined the wall behind me because they got the memo that some f**k was up. “Okay Lyon, the rest of us have had time to look at this shit in the last day or so. I’m gonna show you what we’ve got and then we’re gonna decide what to do next. As it stands we have more questions than answer”

What the f**k? “Bro, you’re starting to make me nervous, I don’t like being nervous, just tell me what the f**k” He passed me an album and I still didn’t know what the f**k, until I came to my daughter. “Caitie bear? What the f**k is this? Who the f**k are these kids?”

I heard his words of explanation but my mind was already back at my house. I flew out of my chair and went to make some calls. When I came back into the room I was ready for all out war.

I thought I had problems with my kid wanting to spend Xmas with a boy, what I learned that day showed me how f*****g insignificant that shit was. For a split second my world literally tipped on its axis and everything faded to black. When life came back into focus I saw red, the b***d of the motherfuckers who’d done this shit.

Someone had put my daughter in a f*****g flesh rag. All I could think about was getting back to them and making sure she was safe. I’d made some calls to safeguard my family while I was away and dealt with what I had to until I could get back home, but it wasn’t the same as me being there.

The day dragged on forever while they brainstormed about what to do, me, my mind was already made up. Somebody was gonna die. When the name Porter came up things started to fall into place and I had my target.

The others had their own shit going on, some ring they were trying to break, and though I empathized with their plight I didn’t give a f**k. My only interest was in taking out the f***s who’d put my daughter in this shit.

I didn’t let on, not after my first outburst, but all the while I was there I was plotting. They wanted to wait, to go after some f**k that was in the hills hiding out with the hate brigade as Law calls them, fine, I’ll play alongfor now.

By the time they’d decided on something I was ready to grab my piece and head to the desert. I wasn’t leaving here without some answers and from what I’d gleaned from their conversation this Stockton f**k that they’d mentioned was in the hills, looks like I was headed there after all.

There were too many unknowns involved since Law had called in his military friends and they had different ideas about how to deal with shit than I did, but as soon as I had time to think this shit through I was going out on my own. No way I could sleep at night with this fuckery out there.

Tyler, one of the ex SEALs seemed to have his shit straight, so he’s the one I picked because I knew he would go for my play. I had my boy Travis Mallory get me some info that these boys wouldn’t be able to get their hands on no how, because his old man owned practically everyone in the known world, well the fuckers that mattered anyway.

While Logan, the leader of the SEALs was more level headed, which I respected no doubt, I just didn’t see the need for that shit in a situation like this, Tyler and I had our own understanding. I wanted to move on this shit now, not stand around plotting strategy f**k that. Dead is dead I give a f**k how they get that way.

I couldn’t let myself think about anything but the end result, because when my mind stopped I saw my baby girl’s face in that f*****g book, her and a hundred other innocents. The mention of the Porters as one of the players only made things more pressing for me. I’d ended their son for f*****g with my wife years ago, now the family was after my kid.

No one knew for sure what had happened to Porter, but I’m guessing his family suspected, I give a f**k. His raping a*s got just what he deserved and now it looked like the mother, father and uncle were heading for more of the same. His idiot girlfriend hadn’t fared too well either, but I wasn’t the one that ended her, my boy Travis had taken care of that one as a favor.

All f*****g day while my family was at home unaware that their lives were being turned upside down I sat there and listened to every bit of information I could gather. Not because I was even remotely interested in doing things the way these boys had planned, but because I still needed to know all the players.

There was mention of some desert f**k who they believed was the mastermind, the puppeteer, he might be out of reach for now, but it seemed there were more than enough assholes stateside that needed dealing with.

That night my crew, Ty, Creed and Travis snuck off since we were of the same mind. The hate mongers were hiding out in the hills around Law’s place and they were apparently hiding the guy who had had the album back in Georgia. The shit was confusing as f**k, but from what I gathered that’s why the SEALs were involved, this guy Stockton was their mark and they’d followed him here.

Creed had a dog in the fight because some a*****e had put his woman in the book as well, and so was Law’s and one of the SEAL’s. Everybody had a stake in this shit, but these boys were trained to do shit systematically. For me, there’s something to be said for the berserkers, I have some of that shit running through me because I just want b***d in my throat.

“F**k Law.” He and his posse came out of the bushes once we made it away from his compound. “Your wife ratted you out bro.” F*****g Kat, I knew when I called her that last time she would be listening to my voice to gauge the situation. She’s sneaky like that, if I’m not giving her what she wants, she reads me to get it anyway. He wasn’t stopping me though no one was.

When he and the SEALs were through pontificating it was time to go.

“Let’s go.” I followed Ty because we were after the same f**k, while Creed and Law had other targets. The rest of the SEALs went into the f*****g trees like smoke, spooky f***s. My mind was razor sharp as we hunted down our prey. I was only after answers, because we’d already established that this a*****e was nothing more than a pawn.

Ty worked him over first and then it was my turn but the sight of the f**k sent me into a deep dark place. When he told me that the Porters were behind my daughter being sold or auctioned or whatever the f**k was the reasoning behind that book, he was already a dead man.

I’d just thrown a f**k over a cliff and didn’t think twice about it, I’d do it again and probably would have to before this shit was over and done. By the time we made it down off that hill I’d only just wet my appetite I wanted b***d.