Lyon
Chapter 55

I still hadn’t caught up to that f**k James yet; he was supposedly back but if that were true the fucker was hiding himself really well because none of my guys had seen him in the last few days since his return.

I wasn’t the least bit worried though because I knew he would turn up eventually it was just a matter of time; in the meantime I’ve been putting the squeeze on his business dealings.

See what Jennifer hadn’t known and didn’t understand was that the Lyon name meant more than theirs even in their own circles; she’d only made stuff worse by getting him involved and sending him after Kat as I had no doubt that she was behind that little episode.

All he did was make the shit escalate to something I was sure neither of them were ready for. Their friends were jumping ship faster than you could say boo so I knew he had to be feeling the pressure.

On a lighter and much better note I’d decided on a ring design for Kat and had already spoken to Simon about making it in time for her birthday which meant we had to get started soon.

I didn’t want any rushed job; this ring was going to be a symbol of my commitment to her so it had to be as close to perfect as possible. The cut the size the style everything had to flow. I wanted her to be proud to wear it.

I’d played around with the idea of letting her see the draw up I’d done but squashed it in the end; it was a simple classic style an empress cut. The center stone was five carats and mounted with baguettes and pave diamonds surrounding it that would bring the whole thing to ten carats.

F**k yeah I wanted that shit to make a statement; I think it’s finally setting in that I’m actually doing this shit. I’d gone after her whole hog, she’d only been here a week before I was on her.

It’s weird as f**k that after all those years spent on the prowl not really looking but you know, if it happened it happened, then getting to the point where you were all but ready to say f**k it because it turns out you were looking after all but there wasn’t shit out there you liked only to run smack into love or better yet have it fall like a ripe plum right into your f*****g lap.

If I hadn’t believed in fate before I would now because something brought her to me; something real and good and f*****g amazing and I’m still not thinking about Char and her f*****g predictions or whatever the f**k.

Mom was still on her campaign to get me to the altar as soon as possible; too bad I couldn’t share the good news about the impending engagement because she’d blab; her and Kat and horror of horrors Tina were tight as f**k these days; there were almost nightly phone calls between the lot of them.

Somebody was always doing some shit and last I heard Tina was thinking of taking a trip out. I hope she wasn’t expecting to stay with us because that shit was dead. Things had smoothed out a little that’s true but I was nowhere near in her good graces yet and I’m not the motherfucker to try.

She still didn’t approve one hundred percent of me and Kat’s relationship, why the f**k should I pretend to be okay with that shit?

Anyway our little family was coming along and that of course included the crew. Jared was happy that his friend was happy again, they were still tight and they still found time to do shit together, just not as much as before but neither of them seemed to mind.

I kept the guys up to date on what was going on back in Arizona but so far there was still nothing much to share. I guess the coyotes had done their job, let’s hope f*****g Char didn’t have another one of her f*****g visions and shit; I can’t even begin to imagine that f*****g headache.

Cyrus was proving to be a huge asset to the business; he’d just slid right in there with the rest of us and fit right in. The sisters were always fussing over him like mom and her gaggle wasn’t bad enough, poor guy, he was a real trooper though because he took it all in stride.

Kat was blossoming into something spectacular; with her fears and inhibitions waning and our continued self defense classes helping to boost her ego

She was fast climbing out of her shell. She’s even been initiating our s*x play a lot more lately and we’ve been adding more and more elements. We didn’t do that whole playing shit because I didn’t see this shit as a game so much as I saw it as a way of life.

It’s like I’d told her in the beginning, I didn’t need her to call me master or daddy in bed, though sir did it for me in or out of it for some f****d up reason, as long as she knew who was boss always shit was cool.

I loved the fact that she was okay with me taking the lead and didn’t feed me any of that women’s lib fuckery so we worked perfectly together. I always needed to be in control and she always needed me to be.

We did indulge in a little bondage play and my girl loved having her a*s spanked, but there were no safe words and all that other play shit. I took f*****g way too seriously to turn our bed into some sort of stage.

Katarina is the other part of me just as I’m the other half of her, together we make a whole; one just wouldn’t work well without the other. We do almost everything together and that’s just the way I like shit, a complete three sixty from the way things were before.

I’d hated that feeling of being stifled, played too close; with her I loved having her up under me all the time, loved the way she always needed to know where I was when we were home alone together.

The way she dropped everything to ask me to dance with her out of the blue; she’s brought me laughter and joy in a way I never knew existed and that’s why I couldn’t wait to put a ring on her finger four months after first laying eyes on her.