Lyon
Chapter 25

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. Now someone had nailed gold sparring gloves to the office door.

We were both miserable as f**k because we couldn’t f**k, but no matter how much she whined and bitched I wouldn’t relent. There is no way I was going to risk hurting her. Besides there were just for a few more days to go.

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. F**k 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 were 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 f***s 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.” I need this shit in my life.

“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 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 replace 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.

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KAT

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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 f*****g 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 work station.

“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 were written over my head, and it was amazing.

“Damn, sis, this is great, 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.