Lyon's Angel (The Lyon)

by Jordan Silver

  "So it's a little-known fact that my grandfather owned forty percent shares in the Rossetti flagship Enterprise; I'm talking the main deal not an offshoot like the ones I've been screwing with to get his goat. Anyway I got a couple of the other shareholders to sell me their shares and let's just say I now own the majority shares in their family business."

  "Fuck bro how'd you pull that shit off, what the fuck you gonna to do with a company like that?"

  "It was pretty easy to pull off actually I just did a little digging; one of the people who sold out to me had gambling debts he didn't want the wife to know about and the other one got hit hard by bad investments which he might've recovered from if the recession hadn't hit when it did."

  "Yeah but how did your grandfather come to own so much stock in their business and why didn’t they own the other sixty?"

  "That's easy sometime back in the sixties their grandfather ran into trouble and mine helped him out by taking a forty percent cut in the business in lieu of cash. I guess Rossetti still owned sixty percent at the time but when he died he gave ten percent each to two former business partners so that left the son with forty percent. I guess because grandpa never said much about the way they ran things they thought it was safe and it would've been if him and his sister hadn't fucked with what's mine."

  "So your grandfather's giving you his forty percent?"

  "Already did now I'm really gonna start fucking with that piece of shit."

  "What the fuck you gonna do with it though bro?"

  "Nothing it's Kat's wedding present."

  "Smooth bro real fucking smooth."

  "She doesn't know yet so don't say anything about it I'm going to lower the boom on the Rossettis sometime soon but I have to make sure all my shit is straight can't have too much going on at once. Grimaldi seems to be trying to keep us busy for the next twenty years or some shit which is good; I knew it would be good for all of us the old bastard did too that's why he's been dragging his ass all this time."

  "Yeah but now he has the hots for your woman you better watch out."

  I threw a punch at Jared for being an ass; everyone knew that Grimaldi and I were in the midst of a cold war; the old fuck thought it was funny to only deal with Kat. At least my baby had a head for business because she was brokering million dollar deals and getting me the better end of the deal. The girl had cut her business teeth on a multimillion dollar deal; it was going to be fun to see what she could do with the Rossetti business once I passed it off to her. The corporation had a lot of interests and was worth billions; there was a board that oversaw most everything but I don't see her being as silent as grandpa had been; she seem to thrive on that shit me, I like building bikes.

  "We set for Cyrus's deal this weekend?" Jared went back to the bike he was working on as the others followed suit.

  "Yeah, shit I forgot this shit became what it did."

  "You mean the fact that everyone wants in?"

  "Yeah." I wiped grease from my hand and looked over the sweet ride I'd just put the finishing touches on.

  "That's a lot of fucking people and you know what can happen when we ride deep like that."

  "It'll be fine, besides your folks and the chief are tagging along."

  "Yeah, my dad will be tagging along, on his bike, probably high the whole fucking time; fuck my life."

  They broke up with laughter because apparently it was funny to have a pothead doctor for a father; one they thought was cool because he was always supplying them with that shit.

  "I catch any of you fucks encouraging his shit I'll hand you over to Elena."

  "Cold bro cold, you know we're all afraid of your mom."

  "Yeah remember that when you're thinking of encouraging her husband to get high while he's riding a hog."

  "Got you, no getting sweet with your old man though I gotta say dude....."

  "Don't wanna hear it, now I got a fucking headache."

  Chapter xvi

  The Lyon

  "Colt, thank you for this, this is....I don't know what to say."

  "It was your girls Cy I had nothing to do with it it was all mom and Kat."

  "This is too much and that headstone, you can't tell me that thing is only worth two grand."

  As a matter of fact it was worth fifteen but he didn't need to know that.

  "Didn't the guy tell you they were having some kind of crazy sale?"

  He gave me a look like he knew I was full of shit which I pretended not to notice as I looked around at the people who had travelled with us. There had to be a good sixty or seventy people here, the ones who stayed back were watching the kids or the business but everyone had pitched in in some way or the other. Mom and Kat had come up with the idea of a small service which had just ended and now we were having a picnic under the tree that Cy had chosen to shade his wife.

  I'd made arrangements to have the grave tended bi weekly and her favorite lilies placed every Sunday, I'd at least let Cy have a piece of that but the marble headstone which the women in my life assured me was the best the place had to offer I'd kind of swindled him on. After putting a bug in the owner's ear I'd got him to agree to lie to Cy about the cost, the fuck did he care as long as he was getting paid. Until today Cy had only seen the headstone online so he hadn't noticed the gold lettering or the two angels that again mom and Kat had commissioned. I wasn't about to argue with him about it it was done as far as I’m concerned.

  "Thanks son."

  "Don't mention it."

  We stayed there pretty much until the place closed to give Cy some time with his Becky because who knows how long it would be before he got back this way again.

  Back home we were back to the wedding bullshit but at least there'd been some progress and I'd stopped wanting to strangle Elise's annoying ass. That could be because ever since the BBQ I'd been feeding her a steady line of bullshit which eventually made her throw in the towel and tell the girls she couldn't work with just me so they were gonna have to pitch in. Score! Now all I had to do was find that one thing that would make her run screaming from me so that all I would have to do is show up and say the words which is what the fuck I said in the first place.

  "Babe what's all this shit?"

  "It's the gifts for the wedding party."

  "The who what?"

  "The groomsmen and the bridesmaids and maid of honor and stuff."

  "They get gifts?"

  She rolled her eyes at me and went back to her gift wrapping.

  "If you'd listened to Elise you would know this stuff."

  That was my cue to shut the fuck up; I started to walk back out the room the same way I came but I caught her leering at me with that special gleam in her eye. Lately she's been kinda amorous it was to the point where my dick was almost raw; I wasn't gonna stop that shit though, fuck no why would I?

  "What're you looking at baby?"

  "My sexy husband to be." She was eyeing my shirtless torso like it was a meal. I ran my hand over her name and likeness on my side as I winked at her.

  She grinned and blushed before tossing the box she was wrapping and charging me. She took me down right there on the living room floor; I held my hands above my head and let her run the show. My jeans were unbuckled and off and she had her lips wrapped around my cock meat before I'd taken two breaths.

  "Fuck baby." I looked down at her and the look on her face, fuck me, she was enjoying the fuck outta this.

  "Upstairs." I knew this mood and the hard floor was no place for the fucking she was about to get; no sense in bruising her precious skin.

  We made it to the bed with her over my shoulder but as soon as I put her down she was on my dick again.

  "Turn around babe." I helped her straddle my head and pulled her pussy down to my mouth so I could tongue her. Her ass has been feeling extra nice lately like she'd gained a pound or two which was alright by me, more for me to hold onto.

  When she pulled off my cock I knew she was ready but I still let her do her thing.


  She turned around and impaled herself on my extremely hard cock.

  "Angel I didn't breed you did I?"

  "No why?" She looked at me with a frown.

  "Because lately you've been horny as fuck."

  "It's the tattoo; I think it did something to me."

  She went back to riding my dick as I played with her clit making her pussy squeeze around me as we shook the bed.

  It didn't take Jennifer and James Rossetti long to get the memo with the new letter heading. I'm such a bastard I had my team of lawyers working on the name change; it might take some time but it will be done. I wanted everything done by the time of our wedding which thank heavens I'd finally been completely relieved from having to help plan; that could have something to do with me telling the organizer chick that I wanted buckets of Rolling Rock as my centerpieces. I had to hear about that shit from the women in my life for three whole fucking days. I almost gave in but I held out, that chick was fucking annoying. With that out of the way I could focus on the Rossetti fuck ups and whatever the fuck they had coming my way.~

  So far there's only been a lot of empty threats and bullshit over the phone; after the first few calls from both of them I let all the others go to voice mail. That would be nice evidence for later if I should need it. I had my guys on high alert where Kat was concerned although she had no idea what was going on. On the off-chance they'd lose their fucking minds and decide to go after mom or one of my sisters I had dad and Emery on alert as well. Dad didn't think they'd have the balls to do anything but I wasn't so sure; I know crazy when I see it and these two were fucked.

  Now it's a nice quiet evening after work and my girl and I are bustling around the kitchen together making dinner. It's one of my favorite times of our day; just the two of us no one else around; we can be totally focused on each other doing something we both enjoy.

  "Pass me the garlic press babe."

  "Thanks." I got the press and a smooch for good measure; other than our time spent in bed I love these~relaxed times with her. We turned off the phones, turned the music down low and just enjoyed each other. Later after a nice meal together we'll watch some TV or catch up on some paperwork before one of us got frisky which didn't take much. We were usually in bed by ten the latest but funnily enough we never went to sleep until much later.

  Little Miss Kat~

  ~ Wedding plans are coming along just fine; Colton thinks I don't know he pulled a fast one with the planner to get out of doing anything but we've always known that's the way it would go; I won that bet beating Elena out by a nose. I won't tell him that his boys were in on that action though. I've been floating around here for the past few weeks in total heaven; I'm in love with my ring it's the most flawless thing I've ever seen in my life the cut is called empress or something like that I looked it up; I know it's about ten carats but I have no idea neither do I want to know how much it cost. He'd had the words Lyon’s Angel forever inscribed inside how sweet was my guy huh?

  Mom has been singing a different tune lately as well now she's Colton's biggest ally; dad's smile is a little less strained these days also. As for Colton's family well let's just say they've all been exceptional even Daniel who is a complete riot when he’s high. I've hardly been out without Colt since that night of the whole James thing at the bar restaurant; there were a few times here and there and yes he'd gotten better about it but I didn't fool myself for a second that I had the all clear. Now the girls are talking about a bachelorette party and I'm not sure how well that's going to go over but we'll see; things have been really smooth between us lately and I don't want to rock the boat. Maybe the fact that his mom will be there might make it go over easier like I said we’ll see.

  The office is kind of quiet today everyone's in the shop in back because of this crazy order Grimaldi placed that has to be filled like yesterday. Colton has been cussing up a storm all morning and I thought it prudent not to tell him my old buddy was having a field day making him crazy. He keeps calling me for updates on Colt's frame of mind and cackling like the demented derelict he is whenever I told him he was a mean old buzzard. Whod've thought him and I would become such good friends after our first encounter; it's really strange but between him and Cyrus I'd filled my grandpa quota. Colts grandpa was also a sweetheart but he kind of scares me a little; even though I only met him a few times and the others claim he was the nicest guy in the universe I found his hawk like visage a bit intimidating.

  Grim as I fondly call Grimaldi these days was always sending me little gifts which made Colt see red and grumble for hours. Nothing inappropriate of course for all that he loved to tease Colton every chance he got that he was going to run away with me I happen to know that he's crazy about his wife of thirty eight years; he just so loved to get a rise out of Colton and Colt was an easy mark for him too.~

  "Babe stop daydreaming, I have to make a run to pick up some parts we need the guys are in the back but it's kinda loud back there, not that I'm expecting anything to happen but keep your eyes and ears open okay."

  "Stop worrying I'll be fine." It's a wonder he got anything done the way he's always busy worrying about my safety. The truth is I haven't thought of my experience in a long time; each day with him made the horror recede further and further away. My days and nights are filled with only happiness; well except for the occasional spat when Colton and I got on each other's nerves. But really, life had become something completely unexpected; instead of the dark stormy days of fear I'd come to envision for myself I was loved and cherished by an amazing man who is willing to move mountains to keep me safe. His love has made all the difference; I would never have imagined my life becoming this when I made the decision to move here. Jared was still the same big brother he's always been and now I have Colt and his family as well; life couldn't be better.

  It was almost lunchtime and I suddenly had a hankering for a turkey club with lots of mayo maybe on sourdough bread. Usually Colton would run out and get it for me if no one else was heading out since this particular place didn't deliver this far out but they had the best homemade bread. I'd have to borrow one of the bikes that the guys used to run around on but I could be there and back before I was missed I'm quite sure.

  I saw Cyrus coming out of the shop as I was sneaking off the lot; I raised my hand to wave but before I could do anything something hit me from behind and I went down hard but still more confused than hurt. I heard Cyrus shouting and running as I was thrown into the back of a running vehicle which took off in a peal of burning rubber. Now fear kicked in and my heart raced out of control as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. I realized that somehow during the melee when I'd been knocked to the ground whoever had taken me had tied my arms behind my back. I looked up from the backseat where I was laying and saw wild hair and a scruffy jaw. It almost looked like that James guy but not; he looked rather rundown since the last time our paths had crossed.

  Chapter xvii

  The Lyon

  My phone was going crazy I wonder what the hell the guys could be having problems with now that they all needed to be calling me at the same time.

  "Hold on a minute Dennis I think I should answer this but get your guys started loading that stuff in the meantime."

  "Sure Colt." He whistled for his guys to get a move on while I answered the phone. "Jared what the fuck?"

  "Get back here Colt someone took Kat."

  "The fuck you say?"

  I heard bees buzzing that's the only thing that registered in my head; why the fuck was I hearing bees buzzing? Then I realized it was my mind and not actual bees. I don't remember walking to my truck and getting in I just heard Dennis calling after me and someone cursing as I pulled out at high-speed. There was shit falling off the back of my truck but I could give a fuck.

  I made it back in record time my whole crew was standing around outside ready for battle. I jumped from the~truck and composed myself before I did or said something regretful; it was no one's fault I had to keep telling mysel
f that. They were not responsible for keeping watch over her, they were all at work in the back; they all knew she'd been in the office alone but in the end it was not their responsibility. With my arms folded and legs spread apart I addressed them.

  "What the fuck happened?"

  Cyrus started talking seems he was the one that'd seen what went down. By the time he was finished I was way beyond pissed and well into homicidal territory. Motherfuck me when will it end?

  "Are we calling the cops Colt what about Drake?"

  "Nah Jared I know who took her, mount up."

  From the description Cyrus gave me I knew who it was.~

  "I couldn't get to them in time boss I'm sorry."

  "It's not your fault Cyrus, it's okay, I know who took her."

  "So we're gonna go get her now?"

  "Not you you stay here."

  "But..."

  "You know how she feels about you, she won't want you to get hurt, you stay here, I'll go get her I'll bring her back I promise."

  "Rossetti." It was all I needed to say for my boys to know what was about to go down. I'm not sure if he'd made it out of the city with her but I was pretty sure he was working on fumes and not thinking too clearly and all because of me. She's in danger because of me. Only heaven knows what torture she's going through right now. I couldn't think about that now that shit would destroy me, I had to get her out first and there was no doubt in my mind that I would get her back and when I did I was never letting her out of my fucking sight again.

  I didn't even try to hide my approach just walked right up to his door and kicked the shit in; I heard feet moving quickly and followed the sound. He was sitting in his home office looking a little rough around the edges, there were scratches down one side of his face; good my girl had got in a shot.