Lyon
Chapter 36

It’s crunch time, and we’re on the road. I’ve got twenty of my men with me, and they’ve brought along their old ladies as cover, since we’re supposedly using this trip as our annual road trip.

Mom and Char are manning the phones as they usually insist on doing. Em is running things for the week or so I’ll be gone, and I’d left four guys at the garage. Then there were the other crew members who worked elsewhere, who will keep an eye on the town and our remaining families. Like I said, I never leave my town unprotected.

Katarina was having a blast. We’d been riding for a good six hours already, and it would soon be time for a break for the girls. If it was just us guys, then we could go for another couple hours at least, but we had to make sure our women were taken care of.

I pulled into the parking lot of an out of the way steak house we’d been to before. The food was spectacular for a place in the middle of nowhere. They must have great word of mouth too though because the place was always packed.

I looked over my shoulder at her overexcited face. “Can you get down, or do you need me to lift you off?”

She sighed and laid her head against my back. “Just one more minute, and then I can do it myself.” I gave her a minute while the rest of my crew walked by us with their smartass comments.

“Your girl’s green boss, gotta toughen her up.” That was followed by,

“Come on champ, shake a leg.” She just g*****d and held onto me tighter.

“My legs hurt.” She whined, which for some reason I found adorably cute.

Jared took his life in his hands by offering to take her off the back of my bike.

“Get the f**k outta here, Storm.”

“Geez, Lyon, take it easy will ya. Just trying to help.”

“Yeah, your help might get your a*s kicked.”

“Colton, stop picking on Jared.”

“You be quiet spider monkey.”

“Hey.” She punched my side with her tiny fist making me laugh.

“Well you’re clinging to me like one, you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

I just looked back at her with a raised brow. “You like playing with fire don’t you, Angel?”

“What you gonna do about it?”

“Fancy being f****d in a restroom in Oregon, do you?”

“Ooh can we?”

“Geez, Katarina, didn’t you get enough this morning and last night?”

“Well yeah, but it’s sooooo good.” She grinned and winked at me.

“You just have newness fever. In a couple weeks you won’t be so horny all the time.”

“What’s the matter old man, too tired to keep up?”

“Oh ho, we got jokes, okay hot stuff you’re on.” She actually clapped her hands in anticipation. I wondered if she realized how much she’d changed in the short space of time we’d been together. From the way she dressed to the way she spoke, even her laugh was different.

She still has moments when she would go into her little shell, but those were becoming few and far between.

Catching her neck in the crook of my elbow I followed the guys and girls into the restaurant. With a headcount of forty two they decided to give us the private room in the back. Which was a good idea, since my boys didn’t know how to act at chow time, and we needed room to spread out, because when we were on the road we were Lyon’s Crew, and we tended to leave the sophistication back home, shedding it like a cheap veneer.

Not that we didn’t remain complete gentlemen, but can you imagine the kind of attention we got when we rode forty strong and sometimes more?

Chicks came out of the woodwork, dudes sized us up, and some lesser beings, aka a*s hats, even went so far as to pick fights with us. So on the road our bikes shone to a high gleam, our leathers were f**k awesome, and our faces said ‘danger, f**k with us at your own peril’.

We’ve been known to close down a bar or two here and there, usually when some a*****e got grabby with one of the sisters. That is a big f*****g no-no.

It was hot as Hades backyard outside, and the first thing I noticed after we were seated around the long a*s table, was that the air-conditioning made my girls’ nipples pucker to the point that I could actually see the imprint of her piercings. Removing my leather vest, I threw it over her shoulders. I helped her pull her arms through and closed up shop.

I guess she knew what I was doing because she just rolled her eyes at me, shrugged her shoulders, and picked up her menu.

“Have the steak, it’s good here.”

“But I want chicken fingers and French fries.” She gave me the pouty l*p. Yeah, she wanted to get f****d alright, and she was pulling out all the stops.

Little did she know that there’s no way I’d ever f**k the future mother of my kids in some seedy out of the way bathroom.

“You can have fries with your steak. It might be hours before we stop again, so you’re not eating chicken fingers as a meal.”

The waitress came over to take our drink orders. I didn’t tell my guys what they could or could not do, but they knew there was a two-drink maximum when we were riding, and if it was hard liquor that was cut down to one.

I didn’t take chances with peoples’ lives, and if any one of them showed that he couldn’t handle his liquor, then he’d better stick to soda or juice, or his a*s would get left behind in whatever town or city he f****d up in.

I ordered Angel a banana shake since she loved the f**k out of those things and got myself a club soda and lime. There’s no way I was riding with my baby on my bike while I’d been drinking, not gonna happen.

My guys, thank f**k, followed suit, and that’s why they were my guys, they use their heads. After the waitress had gotten about halfway through, this chick Samantha came over to the table. F**k, I’d forgotten all about her trifling a*s, and no we’d never f****d, but she always gave it her best shot whenever we came through.

There’s no guessing how many bikers she’d spread for, and I’m not into over-plowed fields. Anyway this Samantha chick (and the only reason I remember her name is because it was on a tag on her shirt) came over and told the first one, that she was taking over. I saw the crestfallen look on the younger girl’s face.

“Hello, Lyon, long time no see.”

“Miss.” I inclined my head.

“Ooh are we playing shy because we have a new chickie?” She looked at Kat with a sticky sweet fake a*s smile on her face.

The volume at the table went down, and not surprisingly the sisters all sat forward in their seats. Katarina was busy picking at the bread in the basket.

“Something I can do for you?”

“You know what you can do for me, what you could always do for me big boy.” She laughed suggestively and went to put her hand on my shoulder. A small wrist flew by my face from the other side and Katarina grasped her hand and threw it off. “This one’s taken move it along.”

Oh f**k me, I don’t want to drop this bitch, but I will if she even looks like she’s going to retaliate.

“Excuse me little girl?”

“I’ve got your little girl swinging.” Angel f*****g growled that shit at her.

The f**k, it wouldn’t be cool to laugh right now, and besides the whole crew plus their women were already howling with laughter. I needed to head this shit off before it got out of hand. Oops, too late.

Now why would you pick a fight with a person who is sitting with forty or so other people, and when any one of those people, if not all of them, might be willing to beat your a*s down in a heartbeat? But that’s just what this chick did. She took a glass of water and threw it in Angel’s face.