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Authors: Alison Jordan

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His hands came to rest on my ass as he angled his head, taking the kiss deeper.

"What the hell Angel?"

He whispered as he pulled back when we'd ran out of breath.

"What was that about, not that I'm complaining."

"I'm just happy you're here that's all."

He squeezed me gently before rubbing his nose against mine and turning to lead me from the room.

My face flamed bright red when I came face to face with my audience, crap, how could I forget them?

The guys were grinning and elbowing each other until Colton glowered at them and the snickers subsided. Barely.

I didn't even spare Jennifer a glance as we left.

Chapter 17

It was only as we made our way through the mall that I really took a good look at Colton.

Holy shit, that's it, there's no point in wearing panties in this burg, then again I needed something to help stem the flow.

Black leather biker jacket, riding gloves, jeans that fit just right and then he flipped down his shades and that was it.

"Oooomph..."

"Babe seriously, cut that shit out we're in a mall."

He put his arm around me, my arm went around his waist and when he said 'mouth' with his usual growl and then kissed me as we continued walking I just said to hell with it and let the dam burst.

Dry drawers are overrated anyway.

Outside in the parking lot the men had lined their rides up behind and around Carol's car, that too was hot.

"Ride with Carol, I'm right behind you okay."

"Why can't I ride with you?" I pouted up at him.

"Straddling my bike with a new hood piercing won't be much fun babe, trust me, plus you won't be able to hold onto me as you should without hurting your nipples, don't argue Angel we'll be home before long, now give me a kiss to tide me over."

The kiss was wild and hot and left me on my toes and needy as it ended.

"I'm proud of you but we need to talk."

Well that burst my bubble, I was feeling kinda proud of myself as well, well the whole brawling in public thing that was kind of embarrassing, but the fact that I didn't choke showed that I'd come a long way in just a few short weeks.

He didn't look mad but there was something there, damn, maybe I could have Carol keep driving until we made it out of the state.

"Talk...?"

"Don't sweat it baby it'll keep until we get home." With one last squeeze of my ass he sat me in the passenger seat and closed the door.

I watched through the window as he pulled on his helmet before throwing his leg over the seat of his powerful bike and took the handles.

"Uuugghhhh."

"Oh you have got it bad..."

"Shut it Carol."

I couldn't take my eyes away from him, like poetry in motion, so hot and male and strong and merciful heavens when he turned his head my way with the visor in place, eyes hidden from view but I knew he was looking right at me, my kitty was off and running again.

The revving of the bikes in succession made my heart thump, my eyes were glued to his hands as they turned the handles as he sat waiting for Carol to pull out, which she did shortly, followed by a cavalcade of bikers led by the hottest man alive.

"Carol why did you call your brother?"

"Are you kidding me, can you imagine the hell he would put me through if he found out about this from someone else?"

"I think he's pissed at me."

"Nah, he might be pissed at the situation but I don't think he's pissed at you."

I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach all the way home. What if because of his family's standing in the community I had crossed some sort of line?

Colton didn't say anything to me after ordering his crew to follow Carol home.

Upstairs he placed my packages which I'd all but forgotten in the bedroom as I followed.

"Why are you mad at me?" I hated the sound of tears in my voice, but the thought of him being upset with me after everything that had happened was just too much.

"Come 'ere."

I walked over to where he stood in the middle of the room.

"Look at me Angel, I'm not mad at you but you fucked up." He placed his finger across my lips to silence me as I was about to speak.

"You're supposed to call me whenever something's wrong with you, Carol shouldn't have been the one making that call, I'm supposed to have your back at all times, you didn't allow me to do my job, that's not good, you follow me?"

"Yeah."

"No need to be so humdrum, I'm glad you kicked her ass, I'm just saying, if it's a flat tire two doors down or a fucking spider in the corner of the room you call me, you need to know that I've always got your back, that's how we're building us, together. Now you want to tell me what the fuck that idiot did to make you kick her ass?"

I'm still stuck on the building us thing, the man sure does have a way with words.

"Well?"

"Uh...well, she just sort of crept up on us and started mouthing off at us, Carol tried to get her to go away but she kinda smacked me in the head and then she started mouthing off about me and Donna luring those boys and then crying rape..."

"The fuck... what did you say?"

"She said..."

"I heard you, what I want to know is where the fuck she heard about that?"

"She said she researched me or had me researched, I don't remember which."

Uh oh, it's true, you really can see that pulse in someone's neck when they get angry.

"Tell me all of it."

I told him everything that happened and watched him get madder and madder.

When he started pacing back and forth I was beginning to think I may need to call in reinforcements.

"Okay, what's done is done, but I want you to listen to me, if you see her or her brother you stay as far away from them as possible, you remember her brother right, the one that came to the office that day?"

"Yes I remember."

"Good, you call me if you see them anywhere, especially if it's someplace they're not supposed to be, these people are seriously fucked in the head so don't play around with this shit okay."

"Yes sir."

"That's my good girl, now let me have a look at you make sure you didn't tear anything."

I laid back on the bed so that he could remove the short denim skirt and the sweater I was wearing.

He turned the bars in my nipples slowly which made me a little twitchy, before cleaning them then giving each one a soft peck.

Next was my hood piercing which he spent a lot of time studying and manipulating.

That would've been all good and well if he didn't have two big fingers shoved inside of me.

"Don't move." His growl made me all kinds of needy.

"Well you don't move."

He laughed at me even as he pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in again. Slowly.

"Why are you teasing me?"

I was beginning to think of ways to castrate him when he suddenly stuck his tongue out and licked me, right where his fingers had been.

"I have to reward my brave girl, now don't move love."

Needless to say the next half hour was full of pleasure pain as he teased me with his tongue and fingers while avoiding my clit.

Why he wouldn't let me take him into my mouth and return the favor, I don't know.

"Stop moving or I'll stop."

"Son of a..."

The forceful thrust that followed my outcry only fueled the fire.

"You know...you only pierced the hood, not the hole." That's right I was willing to beg if I had to.

"Angel, don't tempt me, just let me get you off with my tongue."

Which he proceeded to do while I screamed the house down.

I hate the fact that I'm now fighting a war on three fronts, I don't like spreading myself this thin although one of those battles I'll be more behind the scenes than hands-on.

I don't like having so many irons in the fire at once, each situation needed my full attention to be handled correctly.

Kat has been back to work for a couple days now, her piercings are healing nicely and she's been settling in at home without much fuss, mostly because I know to stay the fuck out of her way and let her do her thing.

Neither one of us has ever lived with a partner before and since she's younger I decided to let her get herself straight first. I know it doesn't matter to me one way or the other what went where and who had how many drawers, as long as her ass was in my bed at the end of every day that's all I cared about.

At night I held her close and secure in my arms, sharing with her the only way I could until she was completely healed.

The night of the mall incident we had been on our way back from another meeting with the biker who had the inside track on the two guys in prison.

Things had already been set off there with one suffering two broken legs while the other was eating through a tube. That was just the beginning, I planned on making sure they never had a safe moment for the rest of their stay behind bars.

Now with the fucking Rossettis on my hit list that shit was closer to home than I would've liked. Not even I knew how I would react to seeing her under threat, I'm apt to believe that everything that happened to her from now on will be measured in my mind against the horror she'd faced a few months ago.

I'm thinking that every small slight to her will cut much deeper with me because of what she's already suffered.

I could leave shit alone, call it a one off, but I know that demented bitch, she wouldn't stop unless I stopped her and I knew just where to hit.

Since she and her brother were so power-hungry and greedy for wealth, I'd seen about annulling some contracts and other lucrative deals that might be in the works between their family and ours.

The board that we have in place to look after the family conglomerate knew better than to fuck with me on anything, so it was just a matter of me choosing which deals I wanted squashed and making it happen.

I have no doubt I could find reasons to legally dissolve whatever binding agreement we might have.

I know one of the reasons she'd tried so hard to make us work was because her family needed me and my wealth and influence to add some life to their festering carcass.

Now she'd just made shit worst for herself and her douche of a brother.

I'd seen the look in her eyes before I'd threatened her, and knowing some of the fucked up shit she'd pulled in the past in her efforts to get me back, I wouldn't put anything past the crazy bitch.

In the past I'd let a lot slide, I'd overlooked a lot of her sick behavior, but now with Kat in the picture I couldn't take any chances, I have to keep my eyes open to see that she stayed safe, that shouldn't be so hard since I planned on keeping her close.

She hadn't even had a chance to drive her new car because I drove her to work, though she damn near had a heart attack when I took her into my garage and showed it to her.

I'd cut her off at the pass before she could start another one of her fucked up arguments about me giving her expensive things, I wondered when women had stopped valuing themselves, seriously.

It's been two days since the mall incident and since then I must've fielded fifty calls from James. When I said I was going to do something I didn't fuck around.

So far he'd only lost two building contracts but I intended to do even more, our families have always worked together because of some antiquated friendship that went back generations, I'd be fucked if mine and Katarina's kids were going to be stuck doing business with the offspring of these two sick fucks though, as far as I'm concerned all bets were off when she put her hands on a future Lyon.

Chapter 18

My third target behind bars had no idea what was about to befall him. I'd decided not to hit all three targets at once lest it draw suspicion, this way with only two of the players hit in what seemed like separate incidences, no one was the wiser.

Before this thing with Angel and that bitch I was on track to head to Arizona and take care of the one who thought he got away because of mommy and daddy's money, now I might have to put that shit off because I didn't want to be too far away if she or her brother tried some shit with my girl.

The guys had found the videos on YouTube and had somehow come up with a compilation which they watched constantly to Kat's embarrassment.

Someone had nailed gold sparring gloves to the office door.

We were both miserable as fuck because we couldn't fuck, no matter how much she whined and bitched I wouldn't relent, there was no way I was going to risk hurting her, besides it was just a few more days.

This morning she'd driven her little sports car for the first time, she was too damn cute behind the wheel but I missed having her clinging to my back.

Since her and Carol's shopping trip had been cut short, I'd ran her into a different mall to pick up some things, which I ended up doing myself. If I hadn't she would've ended up in jeans and tees, I have nothing against that shit, especially when she was on the back of my bike, but I had my own ideas of what I wanted to see her in. Fuck you, don't judge me, my woman, my rules,who else is she dressing to please anyway?

The office is crazy since word of the Grimaldi deal leaked, now everyone and their mother wanted a custom built Lyon bike.

I arranged it so one of us were always near the office at all times to keep an eye on Kat, building bikes is a noisy business and I didn't want her to need me and I not be able to hear her over the noise.

Not that I thought either one of those two fucks would be dumb enough to come here on my turf to start shit, but it's better to be safe than sorry. I'd thought she was perfectly safe going to the mall and look what happened.

At about lunch time the thundercloud that is my mother descended on us, breathing fire and threatening mayhem.

"What's this I hear about Katarina being involved in a brawl in the mall and why did I have to hear about it from someone else?"

"Mom it's taken care of, everything's okay now."

"Well what happened and who do I have to kill?"

"Would you take it easy, everything's fine, no one's hurt, Kat's perfectly fine as you can see and we're about to go out for lunch."

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