Lyon
Chapter 80

That old f**k Grimaldi was in my place when we walked in.

“How the hell did you get in here old man?”

“Is that anyway to speak to your favorite client?”

“Favorite my a*s, we don’t have any business today.” I bypassed him because I’m pretty sure he wasn’t here to see me. We conducted all our business on the phone. That is when he deigned to talk to me; apparently he preferred Kat.

A stranger duo you’ve yet to see but leave it to my Angel to tame the beast, ornery old bastard. If I brought something to the table he hemmed and hawed like an old hen but let her present the same thing and he acted like it was the best idea he’d ever heard. Never mind I’d just told him the same shit ten minutes before.

I got h*p to his shit early, the old fart just liked riling me up so now I just let her deal with him, she’s the one who’d sealed the deal in the first place anyway so might as well.

The two of them had their heads together before I even made it into my office. I’m pretty sure I was the subject under discussion, like I give a f**k.

Grimaldi could k**s my a*s; he was now part of her network of go to people for some strange reason. Another one to jump on the Colton Lyon is crazy bandwagon. His old a*s was lucky I liked him, that and the fact that he’d put my bikes on the map, or I would’ve laid his a*s out already.

“Lyon I’m taking your wife for a spin in my new ride. Did you see it when you pulled in?”

“No I missed it and she’s not going anywhere she’s got shit to do.”

“Oh come on don’t be a wet shirt we’ll be gone ten minutes tops.”

“Fine but no speeding you old shit.” I knew I didn’t have to worry about that, he’s as protective of her as everyone else.

That’s my Angel! she draws that shit out of people. That’s her con, she looks like an innocent little bit of a girl until you get to know her and find out she’s hell on wheels.

I have no doubt she’s the one who’d suggested the test drive and would most probably be the one behind the wheel. My suspicions were confirmed when I heard all the whispering and giggling and the passing of keys. I better go see what those two were up to.

I followed them out the door in time to see them speeding out of the parking lot. The shit was just a blur as it hit the pavement and took off. My heart was in my throat as the rest of the crew came out from the shop to see what was going on.

“What kind of engine was that boss? That shit sounded sweet.”

“F**k if I know, it belongs to Grimaldi, he took Kat for a test drive.”

“Damn that baby purred out of here. I wonder if he’d let me take it for a spin.”

“I don’t know Jared why don’t you ask him when they get back? Right before I kill his a*s for speeding out of here with my wife after I told him no speeding.” I didn’t miss the hidden smiles and smirks, douchebags.

The car came flying back into the parking lot and I saw my wife’s eyes widen when she saw me standing there. Of course she was behind the wheel, just as I’d thought. She climbed out all smiles and walked over to me.

“Look Colt look what Marcus gave me.” Well shit.

“You gave my wife a Bugatti Veyron Super Sport?”

“It’s a wedding gift.” The old bastard smirked at me because he knew he had me.

I couldn’t very well make her give back a wedding gift even though it was a two and a half million-dollar death trap. I knew just how to fix both their asses though.

“Thanks Grimaldi that’s very nice of you now can we get back to work?”

“Sure, I just came by to give Katarina her little gift. I know how she loves speed so when I saw this little beauty I knew she had to have it. It’s the only one like it in the states I think there’s only a handful in existence. It goes from zero to sixty in two point four seconds.”

Oh he just loved telling me that. I should just strangle his old a*s now and get it over with; pain in the a*s. Kat was damn near bouncing up and down. Since I’d confiscated her bikes I guess she saw this as her new way to get her speed fix. Over my dead body, first chance I get I’m totaling this shit. I know some stuntmen who would be only too happy to do the job. Jared the a*s was already begging her to let him take it for a spin.

“I can see the wheels turning son what’re you up to?”

“Nothing Cy, just plotting how I’m going to get rid of that thing.”

“Now Colt you can’t do that, I know what you’re worried about but our Kat is a sensible girl she won’t take any chances; you can’t destroy it it’s a thing of beauty. That would be like destroying the new Lyon Z five hundred. Come on let her have her toy it’s safer than a bike and at least she won’t try jumping over anything in that. Besides she won’t be driving it for long with the baby coming there’s no place for a car seat.”

Shit. Well there went my day. At least that was all the surprises life had in store for me that day but every once in a while her threat of what the doctor might find the next day would creep up on me and I had something else to worry about.

***

We’re not going to discuss my meltdown when the doctor told us we were having a girl. That’s a dark day in my history that’s not to be revisited again ever. I’ve threatened to straight up knock the motherfucker out that brings it up. After I came back to my senses I really buckled down.

If she thought I was crazy before she hadn’t seen nothing yet. I inhaled all the information I could about baby girls. I still break out in cold sweats every once in a while but no one needed to know that shit.

The crew had taken to scattering whenever they saw me coming, because they knew I was going to grill their a*s about this fatherhood shit. Even my men thought I had lost my shit, no one understood.

There were more whispers and snickers and bullshit in the shop these days than anything else, it was like one of Elena’s hen pack gatherings. Like I give a f**k about their whispers and bullshit. I knew about the disrespectful bets they had going behind my back too and first chance I get I’m breaking my foot off in Jared’s a*s because I’m pretty sure he’s the ring leader.

They swear I’m going to flake in the delivery room, questioning my manhood. I didn’t dwell on the delivery room too much, that shit gave me nightmares whenever I ventured into those waters. Kat on the other hand was just cruising. She blossomed right before my eyes in every way possible, everything about her seemed I don’t know how to put it into words.

It’s like whereas before I always wanted to be inside her or near her, now I needed that shit. Her scent, her looks, the way she moved, it all seemed magnified somehow. She still wasn’t showing any signs of pregnancy as yet but she was different.

The need to be gentle with her added a whole new element to our lovemaking and not only that, but to everything we did. I found myself watching her every move, which I’m sure, was making her crazy but it’s the only way I knew of to deal with my side of this pregnancy thing. She got to carry the baby and I got to worry about both of them.

***

Things were hopping along pretty well there for a while. She was leaving me alone with my shit and I left her and her posse to whatever the hell they were up to. The kid wasn’t even here yet and already she’d taken over our lives.

I didn’t mind though because as the days went by I started to really get into it. I guess her lack of fear worked to ease some of mine. She had a way of always including me in everything that had to do with the baby whether I wanted to or not.

Some of that shit was sick but hey, she had to live through it the least I could do was listen. I wondered sometimes about people though, like who the f**k thought it was a good idea to compile a list of all the shit that could go wrong and stick it in a book for pregnant women to read?

If the shit freaked me out I can only imagine what it did to her. I hid the damn thing somewhere so she couldn’t read it anymore. I now have her doctor on speed dial and I don’t care what anyone says I call whenever the f**k I feel like.

So what if it’s not natural for a man to call his wife’s OBGYN just because she has heartburn? Who the f**k cares? That’s what she’s there for isn’t it? Yeah, there was no doubt that her doc was going to be of the female persuasion even though everyone swore that this young hot shot at the hospital was the next best thing to Dr. Spock.

He looked like a quack to me and there’s no way Mr. Hair plugs and fake tan was getting my wife in stirrups. The f**k!

Anyway we were cruising along fine, she was healthy, the baby was healthy according to the doctor and life was as it should be. In other words all was right in my world.

Then I woke up to some shit that no man should ever have to deal with. After a night spent making love to my woman for hours I wake up to the sound of retching. Every time I get used to one thing she throws something new in my f*****g lap.

Things had been going pretty okay there for a while. No surprises jumping up to bite me in the a*s, now I have to deal with this shit. I jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom to find my woman lying on the bathroom floor sick as a f*****g dog. I’m not down with that shit, no way no how.