Lyon
Chapter 99

I had a lot of shit to do in the next few days. I had orders to fill and demands to meet so I really didn’t have time to obsess over the mystery woman. Kat and Caitlin were going to be busy with the grandmas so I knew they were safe and there was really nothing to worry about.

The baby’s teething was still making her miserable but she wasn’t as sick as she had been at the beginning of the week. Grimaldi that old f**k had called in a last minute order for some high roller friend of his for the end of January.

Since we were going to be shut down for the holidays I wanted to get a head start, because there was no way I was going to take my guys’ vacation time away from them and their families. So I left the house not really wanting to but as a businessman you gotta do what you gotta do.

I walked into a madhouse at the shop with everyone trying to get all their last minute shit done. Not that we weren’t prepared but like me my boys are perfectionists and we all wanted to make sure that our product was the best it could be when it left the shop.

I knew if I asked they’d each to a man give up their two weeks for me but there was no way. The morning started off with phone calls and orders from a*s wipes who thought they could have a bike built in time for the holiday which was now just a few days away.

There’s always a downside to everything, the downside to all the publicity is that some of the rich and lazy are crazy as f**k. They seriously expect to say jump and everyone else must say how high.

I had to set some of them straight and then I let the rest go to voicemail before I break my foot off in somebody’s a*s. My day was f****d already from dealing with their bullshit and then my woman called around noon bawling her f*****g eyes out.

“Kat baby, what the f**k?”

“Why are you cheating on me?”

“What? Have you been hanging out with Daniel again? I told you about that shit.” She gets a contact high whenever she’s around that a*s and my girl cannot handle her shit.

“Stop it, who the f**k is she? I hate you.”

“Kat, Kat”She hung up; what the f**k is going on? I grabbed my keys and headed out after telling the guys I had to make a run.

What the f**k is wrong with women? You spend two nights back to back forming a bond with them or so you think and then in less than a minute it’s shattered to f**k. She better have a good explanation for this fuckery or I swear I’m going to kick her a*s. What the f**k? It can’t be PMS because she wasn’t due I know because I stay on top of that shit.

I wasn’t even worried about the accusation because there’s no way I would ever cheat on my wife but I had to get to the bottom of why she would even suggest such a thing, and most importantly how she could believe it.

I raced home not sure what to think, the last few days had been amazing, like the way things were in the beginning. Having a kid does change things in a big way and yes we might not have had as much time alone as we used to but I thought I was doing my part to make my girl feel like she was special. I guess I wasn’t doing as well as I thought. The f**k!

She was sitting in the living room rocking back and forth with the baby on her lap when I walked through the door.

“You want to tell me what the hell is going on babe?” She refused to look at me so I had to stand in front of her.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“I’m not talking to you you liar.”

“Go put the baby down.”

“No.” She was pissed, she’d also lost her f*****g mind telling me no.

“Now Kat.” Now I’m f*****g pissed. She went upstairs to put the baby down and I waited with my anger rising by the second. Why the f**k would she ever think that I’d be cheating on her? The more I thought about it, the more angry I got, how could she? I had to go up after her when I heard our bedroom door slam two minutes later.

She was under the covers with her head covered. I dropped down on the bed beside her and pulled them back dragging her stubborn a*s into my arms.

“Start talking.”

“You’re cheating on me, what’s there to talk about?”

“Back up. First that’s f*****g insulting you should know I’m not that kind of man. Only assholes cheat and I pride myself on not being an a*****e. With that said why in the f**k would you think such a thing?”

“Because your girlfriend called me.”

“My what? Are you insane? What the f**k are you talking about who called you?”

“Some woman called like half an hour ago; she said you two have been lovers for a year and that you’re waiting until after the holidays to break up with me.” I just looked at her stunned because what the f**k? She started crying again and tried to pull away from me.

“And you believed this shit why?” Still processing here.

“What am I supposed to believe? She knew everything about us.”

“Who is this she? What is her name?”

“She didn’t tell me her f*****g name.”

“Okay, okay calm down.” She’d started pelting my chest with her little fists. I felt like I was in the twilight zone or some shit. Who the f**k could she be talking about? It goes without saying that I don’t cheat on my wife, why the f**k would I? It’s like I said only dickless assholes cheat and my d**k is very much intact.

“Angel, I need you to calm the f**k down and think.” I ran my hand up and down her back to soothe her because now she was crying too hard to breathe.

“Why did you do this to me?” She screamed like I’d cunt punched her, her body shook with the force of her tears and then she crumbled in my arms and wailed; my f*****g heart damn near stopped.

F**k me somebody broke my baby’s heart, I’ve never heard her like this and I’ve heard my girl cry before. Somebody was going to bleed.

I had to grab her to stop her from shaking. I could feel her heart pounding away in her little chest as she soaked my shirt with her tears. I had to put my anger on hold and deal with whatever the f**k this was before she hurt herself.

“Baby, where have I been in the last two years?”

“What?”

“Where have I been everyday for the last year and a half or so?” I kept my voice nice and calm fighting back the rage. Some a*****e was going to pay for this shit.

“I don’t know, here I guess.”

“How many nights have I spent away from you since you moved in with me?” She had to take a moment to think that one over.

“None.” Good, we were down to bare sniffles now. I’m gonna have to change my shirt because she used it to wipe her nose.

“Where am I everyday when I’m not here?”

“At the shop.”

“Have you ever called me and couldn’t reach me?”

“No, I’m sorry.” She tried hugging me to her but uh-uh.

“No we’re not done. Have I ever been late getting home and you didn’t know where I was?”

She shook her head and tried burying her face in my neck. I guess she was starting to realize how stupid she’d been because her tears were getting loud again as she tried pulling me closer.

“No you don’t get to do that; what the f**k? You called me accusing me of some shit that had you used your f*****g head you would’ve known the answer to in five minutes flat. Have you lost your f*****g mind accusing me of some stupid shit like that? I look like a punk to you?”

She pulled her head back at the venom in my voice. I don’t know how people usually deal with this shit but I for one did not appreciate the love of my life accusing me of basically being a piece of shit a*****e.

“If you even believed that I’d hurt you do you think I’d hurt my f*****g kid? Answer me. You really believe I’d do that shit to my seed? That’s what you think of me that’s how you see me? That’s f****d Katarina.”

“I’m sorry Colt I didn’t think. I just heard her words and I couldn’t think of anything else I’m sorry. Sorry I doubted you.”

“That’s not good enough. You know what that says to me? That tells me that you don’t f*****g trust me, that just anybody off the street can call you and tell you whatever the f**k and you’d run with it. How the f**k do you think this makes me feel?” She tried climbing my chest but I wasn’t having that shit.

“What’s this bitch’s number?”

“I don’t know, the number was blocked and I didn’t recognize her voice so it wasn’t one of the others playing a joke.”

I don’t know why the chick in the hospital ran across my mind but she did. The only problem was she was supposed to have amnesia for one and also where the f**k would she get my wife’s number? There was one other person it could be but that was f****d up thinking on my part. Still it bore thinking about after I’d gotten her calmed down.

I didn’t say anything to Kat about my suspicions but I did relax enough to let her lay on my chest without throwing her the f**k off. I keep forgetting how young she is, and how quickly everything had happened between us.

I know none of that was an excuse for her doubting me but what the hell else am I supposed to think? We’d met, f****d, got married, and had a baby in a year. Should she have known better? Yes, but she wasn’t me, she was a female and I’d be f****d if I know how their minds worked.