Chapter 113: LYON

"Where's Lydia?"

"Her little ass better be home in bed if she knows what's good for her. So what're we dealing with here bro?"

My boy Travis answered my call and showed up like I'd asked. I told him to come later in the night while Kat was asleep so she wouldn't stick her nose in my shit.

We stood in the middle of my driveway with two of his boys out of the glare of the streetlight. Anyone seeing us standing there, arms folded, legs spread, would think we were going into battle. We were all well over six feet, very imposing and the tats and muscles didn't help to dispel the notion of biker dudes up to no good.

"Fuck if I know, this chick just turned up here under the front wheel of Kat's car."

"What the fuck was she doing on your driveway?" See, like minds and shit.

"That's what I said but everyone else seems to think I'm blowing shit out of proportion."

"What does your gut say?"

"This is fucked."

"The gut don't lie bro, fuck what everybody else thinks. So what are we doing?