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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 176: LYON

I rode up and around them and headed back the way I came with them following close behind. We didn't need to talk; we all knew where we were headed. I got there before they did and opened the security gate.

I turned on only the bare bulb overhead light leaving the rest of the room in shadows. I kicked a chair into the middle of the room and waited.

They dragged him in kicking and screaming. "Who are you?" He focused on me before I throat chucked his ass and pushed him down on the chair.

I opened my little bag of treats and shoved two leaves in his mouth. Mengele wasn't lying that shit worked fast. It started out slow, maybe taking thirty minutes before the first sign of distress.

"What is that, what did you give me?" He eyed the bag in my hand and asked after I stopped holding his mouth together. "Where's the kid? You tell me that and I'll let you live, you don't, you die."