Lyon
Chapter 70

I’m a f*****g sap, I called her like six times between the time I got there and lunch.

“Colton, you just hung up the phone like twenty minutes ago.” She was still huffy; damn this girl could hold a f*****g grudge.

“Your point?”

“What exactly do you think is gonna happen in the space of twenty minutes?”

“How long did it take that sick f**k to truss you up and throw you in the back of his car?”

“Get over it already, by the way your mom and the wedding planner are coming over and we’re going to go try cakes.”

“Katarina.” She hung up on my a*s and left me fuming; why, why couldn’t she just listen?

“Mom, where are you taking Kat?”

“Colt?”

“How many other sons you got?”

“Hi baby how are you? Listen, I can’t talk now the girls and I have some errands, we have the wedding to take care of seeing as how it’s only a couple weeks now and we haven’t even chosen a cake.”

“Mom I don’t want Kat going outside.”

“Oh nonsense she sounds perfectly fine and she said her cold is all better, you worry too much son, reminds me of your father.” If she thought comparing me to the pothead was gonna get me to do her bidding she was sorely mistaken.

“Get the girl some weed boy that’ll knock that shit right out.” My dad the doctor was heard from in the background, I hope he wasn’t prescribing weed for his heart patients, geez.

“Oh Daniel be quiet.” There was a loud squeal and I could hear the two of them horsing around before mom made some half assed excuse and hung up, I don’t even want to know.

I headed out to the shop not too happy with the women in my life. I don’t know since when I’d become a punk but I’m gonna have to deal with Kat’s fuckery before she got any more out of hand.

On the one hand I’m pleased that she’s not letting what happened keep her afraid but on the other it’s like she thinks she’s invincible or some f**k.

Somewhere along the way while I was teaching her to take the power back she seems to have found a second helping because I can’t seem to get it through her hard as f**k head that what I say goes. Now she’s got my mom in on her shit too.

“Hey Cyrus my man what’s doing?” He was lying on his back checking the paint job on a sweet hog with flames shooting up the sides. Gliding out from under he climbed to his feet and walked over to where I was standing.

“How is she Colt?” Damn he sounded and looked bad, I had to pull him out of his funk, it wasn’t right for him to blame himself like this. I knew part of the problem was his misguided assumption that he owed us for what he considers rescuing him but that was straight bullshit.

If people couldn’t do the right thing without expecting something in return then the world was f****d.

“She’s a pain in the a*s that’s how she’s doing.” His eyes widened in surprise, maybe he expected me to tell him she was all torn up about what had happened.

“Come again?”

“You heard me, she’s giving me fits; she won’t stay put and she doesn’t listen for shit.” I saw the beginning of a smile and figured I might as well make his day.

“To top it off she’s got Elena and maybe Char as well and that annoying a*s wedding planner doing who knows what, the whole lot of them are on their way to harass some unsuspecting soul about wedding cake or some such fuckery.” He was outright laughing now.

“Yeah, she’s not upset or anything you sure Colt?”

“Would I lie to you? Now stop moping around she’ll be back soon enough to drive us all up the wall and don’t think I don’t know she’s been showing you tricks on that damn bike, you go ahead and follow her and break your damn fool neck.”

“Well now I’m not telling tales out of school so I won’t be saying if she does or if she doesn’t.” He zipped his lips and went back to what he was doing with a new pep in his step.

I fooled around in the shop looking over what the guys were doing and checking what they’d done in the few days I’d been gone. I was happy to see that they’d held shit down even without me being here.

I had to call Grimaldi at some point to keep him abreast of the progress, or better yet I should let Kat call since I’m sure he’d rather deal with her anyway and I wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit.

My phone rang in the middle of a conversation about one of my Godchildren who was starting to walk. Kat calling, how the f**k long was it gonna take for me to stop getting sick to my stomach with worry at shit like this?

“Baby?”

“Colton guess what.” She was crying and laughing and I didn’t know what the f**k to think.

“What angel tell me.” I held the bridge of my nose waiting for whatever it was she had to tell me. Hopefully I wouldn’t need to kick anyone’s a*s at the end of this conversation.

She was out with my mom so what the hell could go wrong? Then again she was out with my mom and the girls so I know from experience a fuckload of shit could wrong.

“My mom’s here it was a surprise isn’t that great?”

“Well shit.” F**k my life!

“Now Colt don’t be like that please, pretty please for me?” She whispered into the phone.

“Uh huh, I’ll be nice when you start listening.”

“Colton I had to come we need a cake for the wedding, you do remember saying it had to be now? Right well we have to do everything in a hurry but we also have to make it nice and we can’t leave everything to your mom and since you refuse to work with the planner I have to step in.”

“I know you think that little speech is supposed to make me feel guilty but it won’t work, Elena knows how to bake tell her to make a damn cake I don’t see what’s the big damn deal. People aren’t coming to eat cake, they’re coming to see us do the deed and have a few beers.”

“Don’t you want me to have the wedding of my dreams?” Shit now she was really crying.

“Baby come on, cut that shit out you know I hate when you do that and I’m not there to comfort you. Of course I want you to have the wedding of your dreams get two cakes, big ones anything you like.” Just please stop crying f**k.

“Okay, by the way we’re having dinner at your parents tonight to welcome mom and dad’s going to be there isn’t that great? Okay see ya bye.”

She hung up the phone the little sneak and I turned around to see the guys including Cy watching me with stupid a*s grins on their faces.

“What the f**k?”

“Dude you are so whipped.”

“F**k you Tommy.”

“Oh baby have three cakes would you like me to bake them too? Yes please with sugar on top.” Zack thought he was funny with that shit and Jared the a*s was making kissy faces.

“You f***s don’t have anything better to do? You need me to find something for you to do because old man Ingles need some shit done on his roof I’m thinking this weekend’s as good a time as any.” They were all groaning and cussing by the time I was done.

Old man Ingles is a mean son of a bitch who always gives us a hard time; the guys hated going over there which we always end up doing every couple of months or so because he lives in the oldest house in creation and something always needs fixing.

He gives us shit but every time he needs something done he calls up mom and she passes it on. This last time dad had gone over there to check on him and now apparently old man Ingles has been mellowed out ever since.

I don’t even wanna know the moral fortitude of a doctor giving a ninety something year old man weed but if what mom said is true then the shit worked.

“That’s cold bro, even for you.”

“It’s gotta get done, before you know it it’ll be winter and the old guy needs to stay warm so buck up girls.” Now it was my turn to laugh, old man Ingles didn’t bother me I usually just told him to k**s my a*s to which he usually cackled one of his toothless grins and threaten to tell Elena on me, something he’s been doing since I was five.