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Lyon

Jordan Silver is the author of more than one hundred and fifty novels and novellas spanning multiple genres including romance, erotica and new adult fiction. All works feature over the top alpha males and the women who love them, with a happily ever after guarantee. Colton Lyon is a tough as nails biker who has no time for bullshit. He’d long given up the easy life afforded him by his wealthy upbringing to live life on his own terms. He lives hard and loves harder but has yet to meet a woman he’s wanted for more than a few screws that is until he meets his new assistant. The mousy little filly who’s afraid of her shadow. He gave her a week, even though his right hand man had begged him to give her the job. Nothing he hates more than sniveling females afraid of their own damn shadow. Kat’s moving halfway across the country to escape a dark past that’s left her scarred. Barely eighteen, she should have her whole life ahead of her, but instead fear has robbed her of the spark she once had. When she first meets her new boss she knows there’s no way she could take the job, he’s just too much of everything with his gruff demeanor and those smoldering looks. The first time she almost swooned at the sight of his muscular tattooed arms she knew she was in trouble. Meanwhile; Colton was trying to figure out what kind of hex the little mouse had worked on him to keep her on his mind. No matter how he tries to avoid it, there’s just something about her that keeps him

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Chapter 15: LYON

I didn't like the look on Jennifer's face as she left, stormed out to be exact. That viper is known to be true to form, so I'll just have to keep an eye on Angel for the next little while, and make sure she didn't try anything with her. She'd be a dumb bitch if she did because I seriously would fuck her over if she tried anything.

As far as I was concerned Kat was worth ten of her, even when she'd been dressing like a bag lady. Thank fuck I was free of the serpent long before my Angel came along. That shit would've been messy.

***

I took her home at the end of the day. I'd taken over that little job from Jared as well. My woman has no right on the back of some other dude's bike. It's an insult no matter who the dude was.

Outside her house she climbed off my bike and did her usual shy girl routine. Head down, lip between the teeth, and hand playing with the purse strap on her shoulder.

"So, see you tomorrow I guess..."

I expected her to start twirling her hair around her finger any second now.

"Come here."

I pulled her by her waist towards me.

"You staying in, or you got something planned with the other Lyon women?"

"Uh... in I think. Carol didn't say anything, but you know that can change in a heartbeat."

"Give me a buzz if you're going out somewhere."

"Okay."

"Lips."

I fucking love the way she just tilted her head so I could take her lips. My dick of course, sprang to life, and I gave her side a little squeeze as I tongued her mouth.

"Uhmmmmm, I released her with a few nibbles of her bottom lip and a pat on her ass, my mind flashing to what she had on under her clothes.

"I'll call you later, and if you don't hear from me at our usual time don't go to sleep. I'll make sure I call you to say goodnight at least."

"Yes, sir."

"Cock tease." I stared her down before starting up my bike and pulling out.

By the time I reached the end of her block my mind was in another mode. I'd called some guys, a more rougher element if you will, who were moving some things around to get me the information I needed to get an inside man to do the job I had in mind.

I wasn't down with rape, no matter if it was man or woman, so I wasn't going that route, but those college boys were gonna know what it was like to live in fear for their lives just as she had that night.

I'd originally planned to have them iced outright, but I changed my mind at the last minute. All I needed was for nosy ass Char to peek into her crystal ball, or whatever the fuck, and run to Elena.

Half her predictions were for shit, but every once in a while she got shit right, and I'm not even touching on her last prediction, that shit'll drive me crazy.

The meeting with these guys took a few days to organize because I'd still had some leg work to do, and I had to make it so there was no backlash from my actions, and to make sure I wasn't being set up.

Since I'd never gone the criminal route before, I had to take every precaution. Law enforcement is some sneaky bastards, and I didn't want to end up dealing with some undercover cop. The chances of that happening were slim to none, but still.

I had to ride to the next town over to handle my shit, but as was usual I left a few guys behind to watch over the families. I never left them unattended, so there were always crew members in riding distance in case something jumped off.

Now Kat was part of their routine. No one questioned that decision, and she was the first receptionist to ever be added to the line up. I figured from their little sly smirks thrown my way that they'd drawn their own conclusions as to what was going on there. Nosy fucks.

Em decided he wanted to ride along as muscle, and not that I needed it, but we're family and that's what families do, so we back each other's play.

It was almost nine by the time we got to where the fuck we were going. I hate clich¨¦d clandestine meetings in the backs of smoky run down dives, so we were having this meet on the waterfront.

Dude had brought his whole posse. The fuck was he expecting a showdown? Whatever. I can't say that I blame him though. One crew calls you on behalf of another like that, with some heavy shit, you should take precautions, but I wasn't feeling threatened. This was still my turf and I wasn't here on some bullshit.

"Sanchez."

"Lyon."

We did the head nod thing before we both hopped off our rides and walked a little ways away from our boys.

"What you got?"

"We're in, and it was easy. You do know these guys are in some cushy little bitch ass jail awaiting trial right?"

"What?" Okay so I'm not up on the prison system, and wasn't planning on ever visiting the inside of one. If I ever did a motherfucker, which was about the only thing I could see me doing to land me in there, then I'd make sure to do shit right and leave nothing back as evidence.

So I hadn't gone any farther than getting the names from Jared, and the name of the place they were being held at. Here I am thinking that if you terrorized two teenaged girls, leading one to her death, that you will most definitely be doing hard time on a chain gang while awaiting justice.

The bad thing for these boys was that learning this only pissed me way the fuck off, and now their lives were going to be just a little harder.

We worked out the particulars which took the better part of two hours, which meant it was almost her bedtime by the time we were satisfied.

"Gimme a minute, bro."

I walked off and pulled out my phone and called her; she answered on the first ring like she'd been waiting.

"You tucked up, babe?"

"Just about, where are you?"

"I had some shit to do, and I should be back soon, but it'll be late by the time I get there, so I'm calling you now. Can't stay long babe, got people waiting on me, so stay sweet, and I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay...be careful, and by the way my truck's ready, so you don't have to get me in the morning."

"We'll see. What were you reading when I came into the office today?"

"Colt!"

"Tell me."

"A book...about Dom¨Csub relationships." She hung up the phone.

I'm sure the men around me thought I'd lost my mind when I started roaring with laughter.

My little angel is full of surprises.

I walked back over to where Sanchez was waiting to tie shit up.

"We done?"

"Your call, brother."

"We're done." I thanked him again and booked it.

***

The next morning I was standing in the lot with the guys looking at some finished products when this old ass truck pulled in. I squinted through the beat to fuck windshield and lost my shit.

Oh, hell no, the fuck?

"What the fuck is that?"

I pointed at the monstrosity she'd just hopped out of.

"What? It's my truck. My dad and his friend worked on it, it's good."

I unclipped my cell and called the chief. This might be stepping over all kinds of boundaries, but whatever, it was Angel.

"Chief, what the fuck?"

"Colton, what?"

"What is she driving?"

"What do you mean, son?"

"How reliable is this thing?"

"It looks like crap, but it's in good shape, so she'll still get a good couple years out of it."

Not if I had anything to say about it.

"We need to talk, chief."

"You know where to find me. This is about you and my girl I take it."

"Yep."

"She told you about..."

"Yeah, she told me." He didn't speak for a good few seconds.

"Okay then."

We hung up, and I looked over the piece of crap she'd been driving.

"Haul this shit outta here boys."

"Colton..." She grabbed at my arm.

"You got anything in there you can't live without?"

"You're not getting rid of my truck."

"You're not driving that eyesore again."

How would it look I have a fucking garage full of expensive cars, and my woman was riding around in this shit?

I knew exactly which jeep I wanted her to have.

"Come with me, and give Tommy your keys."

She grudgingly gave up the keys to the junk heap and followed me grumbling under her breath.

"Something on your mind, Sloane?"

"No!"

"What's with the attitude? You seriously think I'd let you drive around in that shit?"

"I don't see what's wrong with it."

For some reason I saw the truck as an extension of her baggy clothes and schoolmarm hair. Just one more thing for her to hide behind!