Lyon
Chapter 39

I think he might’ve sprained my uterus or pushed a kidney out of whack. That monster c**k of his was almost as long as my thigh, and my poor p***y was about to give up one of her lives.

“Clean up time, baby.”

“No way, I’m done for, and I can’t feel my limbs.” He smacked my a*s playfully, but not even that could get a rise out of me. Finally, he dragged me from the bed and into the shower. I think I fell asleep leaning against his chest in the shower stall.

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LYON

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Needless to say, after our out of control f*****g, on top of the day’s hard riding, we were both wiped out. That night, as with all the others since I’d first taken her, she slept wrapped in my arms. The weight of her tiny body so warm against mine was the most comforting thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

Early the next morning before the sun made its presence known, we were ready to head out.

Everyone looked hyped and ready to go which told me they’d had a good night. I’d spent the hour before it was time to leave satisfying my always hungry p***y. Kid is going to be the death of me.

We rode hard that day trying to beat time, so we only stopped for short periods to give our legs and backs a break and to get a quick bite. I explained this away by telling Angel that the sooner we reached Phoenix, the more time she’d have with her mom before we had to leave again.

As it is, she’d barely have any time at all, which could not be helped, since I didn’t want to hang around that fair city after I’d taken care of business, if you know what I mean.

Angel slept for a good chunk of the ride which scared the piss out of me because I was afraid she’d fall the f**k off. I kept trying to talk to her to keep her awake, but no dice, so finally I fashioned a harness and tied her to me, so she could sleep because my girl slept hard when she was tired, and I knew she had to be exhausted.

We reached her mom’s by sunset. I’m sure the whole neighborhood must’ve been peeping out their windows at the noise of twenty one bike motors flying through their little street.

We didn’t need to be bringing too much attention to ourselves, but some shit just couldn’t be avoided. There’s no way I was leaving her here alone, not after the shit she’d told me had went down that had caused her to flee in the first place, with her neighbors being assholes.

My guys were feeling protective because of the nature of our visit, so they refused to leave me, and that’s how we all ended up at Tina’s door.

I was happy to see, that for all her gruffness on the phone, and her berating of Kat because of our relationship, she was genuinely glad to see her daughter again. They embraced and laughed and cried as my crew and I looked on.

It remained to be seen how she was going to take the news that Angel wasn’t staying the night. She’d spend the days there, but at night she was coming with me.

I gave them some time to say their hellos before telling the guys to go on ahead and check in while I stayed with Kat. I’d planned to leave her for the few hours before bedtime, but somehow, I couldn’t do it.

Something about being here where she’d been terrorized, and her friend brutalized, made me very f*****g uneasy. I knew there was no real danger beyond the norm, but I couldn’t quite get myself to accept that, so I stayed.

They went out on the patio while I stayed back in the house, but in a strategic place where I could still keep an eye on her as I made some calls back home.

“Colton, son, how’s the trip so far?”

“Everything’s fine, mom. How’re things back there?”

“Smooth, smooth, Char and I had a nice chat with Marcus Grimaldi.”

“What did that old reprobate want? We already finalized everything a couple weeks ago.”

“Yes, well, seems he’s taken a shine to your Kat, or Kat girl as he calls her, so he came by to see her and as he puts it, give you a run for your money.” She snickered.

“Whatever, anything else I need to know about?”

“Nah, Em has some orders you need to finalize when you get back, but other than that things have been coming along just fine. The guys are doing their jobs which is as to be expected, and Char and I are having a blast.”

“Good to know, mom, what about on the home front. How’s everyone doing, okay?”

“Couldn’t be better, son, there’s just one thing, Char says she keeps having these weird dreams about coyotes and b***d. You’re not planning on camping in the desert, are you, son?”

F*****g Char.

“No, mom, stop worrying, she’s probably seeing that shit because she knows we’re in Arizona, but there’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“Uh huh, anyway you be careful and come back in one piece with my new daughter.”

“Yes ma’am, listen, speaking of coming back in one piece, Angel and I are bringing someone home with us, and I need you to find suitable housing for him.”

“Oh really, and who might that be?”

I told her the story of Cyrus which made her sigh and sing our praises until I begged her to cut that shit out, and then she hit me with her brainstorm.

“Of course, I’ve got the perfect solution, he can stay on the estate. The old guest cottage is still there, and no one uses it, so I don’t see why he can’t just stay there instead of some stuffy apartment somewhere on his own. Seems to me, your Cyrus has gone it alone long enough, and he needs to be around people who love him.”

“Uh, mom, you haven’t met him yet.”

“Son, you just told me the man is living on the streets because he had to mortgage his home to get his wife health care. What’s not to love, sheesh, so it’s settled then, Cyrus will stay with us at the estate you don’t give it a second thought.”

“Uh huh.” Somehow I got the feeling her and Katarina were going to have a tug of war over poor old Cyrus.

Whatever, as long as he had a roof over his head, and food in his stomach, I didn’t care which one of them ended up with him, but I think I’d wait before telling Angel that mom was planning to take over where her new play pal was concerned. I had enough shit to deal with as it is.

I looked out the window in time to see Tina looking back at me and saying something.

Katarina peeped around her and gave me one of her shy smiles.

She better not be saying any of that outlandish shit to my girl, that she liked to spew over the phone, or I’ll take her and head the f**k out. My baby didn’t need any more pressure put on her, and it was all bullshit anyway.

I’m a hundred percent f*****g positive that no one was ever going to love her the way I do, and no one was ever going to take care of her like me, and that’s all the f**k that matters.