Lyon
Chapter 33

“You get up here. Whenever we ride you’re either beside me, or ahead of me, so I can keep an eye on your a*s.”

“I was just talking to Jared….”

“The f**k I say, stop f*****g around.” I glared at Storm to let him see my displeasure.

I’m in a piss poor mood. When we’d gone home after work and had a quick bite before getting ready for our little test ride, everything had been fine. It was only after I’d met her in the garage wearing this get up that my whole demeanor had changed. I had no idea she even owned such a thing.

No one would mistake me for a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but I did not like seeing my woman out in public like this for other men to ogle.

She was wearing a body-hugging leather suit in all black with zippers up the sides, running from under her arms, to just above her h**s. The material hugged her a*s and tits as if molding them or some shit.

I think she knew there was no way in hell I would’ve ever let her leave the house like that, because she’d been in the garage and already mounted up, by the time I was ready.

Now I’m pissed beyond my own f*****g endurance. What the f**k was she thinking? She didn’t even know the danger she was in right now. I tried not to lose my temper too often because it was not a pretty sight, but this shit was about to make me blow a f*****g gasket.

As part of the ride I’ve made plans to meet with my guy about the third target. To get caught up on what was going on with the other two, if there were any rumblings about what had befallen them, and to pay him the rest of this money.

So, I wasn’t too jazzed about my woman being around unknowns looking like she’d just got out of an S&M shoot.

I’m so pissed I can’t even enjoy the fact that my baby can ride. Her bike, though built for luxury, has some speed to it, and it was kind of big for a little girl.

I’ve already drawn up the specs for a bike for her, and I’m going to have her work on it with me but that’s for another time.

I know she sensed my displeasure because I wasn’t talking to her through the headphones in her helmet and I kept my head straight. Some of the guys had brought their old ladies with them since they knew it was a trial run for Angel.

As we came up on the other crew I watched as they clocked her. I checked my back for my peace making sure they saw the action, so they’d know I’m not one to be f****d with.

“Aye, yo.” I approached my contact and passed off the envelope with the rest of his cash.

“We still on track?”

“Of course, but you know we could do this one pro bono. You’ve already done us a solid on the first two, and our guy says you’re the shit, you know.”

“Nah, it’s cool, I appreciate it, but business is business. You know what I mean bro?” Plus I don’t know, neither do I trust, your a*s.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw some dude chatting up my girl. I also saw her smiling a little flirtatiously if you ask me.

“It’s cool, Lyon, he doesn’t mean anything by it man.”

“Get him the f**k out of there.” I put my fingers between my lips and whistled. Kat jumped and looked in my direction.

I pointed at her and then at my side, and she frowned at me a little in disbelief before she started walking towards me.

She was going to pay for that hesitation, she’d just made a bad situation worse.

“We’re done, yeah?”

“Sure man it’s cool.” He looked at me all nervous and shit, making me wonder just what our mutual acquaintance had told him about me.

“I’ll let you know how things work out.”

“You do that.”

I turned to her and without uttering a word led her back to our bikes.

***

KAT

***

Oh, shit is he mad, but why? I hadn’t done anything wrong. It couldn’t be my talking to that guy, because he’d been a little off before that. I tried racking my brain to figure out what I could’ve possibly done to earn his ire, but nothing came to mind.

We’d been playful at the office where he kept telling me how greedy I was, and that I needed to leave him alone to get some work done. We’d gone home to get ready for our ride, and I’d made a light dinner which we ate together before I headed upstairs to change while he did some last minute things in his home office.

From the moment he entered the garage his whole demeanor had changed, and it was like a light switch going off. Now he’s even more steamed, and I still don’t know what I’ve done wrong.

As each crew member went off in the direction of their home there was a cacophony of beeping horns. As leader of the crew, Colton always insisted on being the last to go home, so we dropped everyone else off before heading home.

We put the bikes up and headed into the house and let’s just say, all hell broke loose. He flung his helmet across the kitchen making me jump a foot in the air.

I tried to get out of his way by turning and fleeing up the stairs. Somehow, I knew he would never hurt me, but my self-preservation kicked in.

I heard his footfalls behind me as I made it to the top of the stairs and darted towards his room. That’s when he caught up with me. Oh boy, I think it’s safe to say I’m in for it now.

Colton pulled me into his room by my hair.

“Please…” He wasn’t talking which made me even more afraid. Why won’t he talk to me?

“Get your a*s over there and strip…”

“Sir…”

“Did I tell your a*s to speak?” He bent over and grabbed my face in one hand.

“Not another f*****g word, now do as I said. Get it off. If you wanna dress like a bitch in heat and flirt with other dicks, then it’s your a*s that’s gonna pay the price.”

I tried to get the stupid suit off as quickly as possible, but my arms didn’t seem to want to work. Finally I got it off and was left standing in a tank and bra which I tried getting off as well.

With my hands caught in my shirt and bra behind my back, I couldn’t use them as he dragged me over to the middle of the room and threw me to the floor on my knees.

Pulling my head back by my hair he said just one word as he wiped his c**k across my mouth.

“Suck.” I did as I was told, equal parts turned on and terrified at the same time.