The Lyon's Cub Caitlin (Lyon The Next Generation 1)

I thought all along that it was because of me, that he didn’t want her having a serious relationship at such a young age. And then there was that holiday get together with all those strange men, men that I’d never seen around their home before. I remember that some of them were SEALs. Track’s sister is married to a SEAL.

Though we’d come a long way in five months, there was still a lot I didn’t know, a lot of secrets these guys shared with each other that I still wasn’t privy to. That never bothered me before, but now with the thought that this whole thing might have something to do with Caitie somehow, I’m gonna need some answers.

Lyon

“Colton, don’t forget you have an appointment at the school today. I told them you’ll be there in the afternoon so…”

“Why am I going there again? Which one of your kids fucked up?”

“The principal didn’t say it was anything like that, just that she needed to speak to you about something important.”

“And I’m the one going because…”

“They said it had to be you. Of course I can pack up the four kids and the dog and head over there if you’re too busy. Besides, Hank and Cierra are coming this evening and this place is a mess.”

She’s been in a pissy mood for the past coupla days, ever since I had the talk with Caitlin in fact.

Not only her, but mom and her hen pack have had a lot to say. My damn house has been like a deep freeze; only Cody and the trips haven’t been giving me shit. Even Mengele has been looking at me side eyed like I need her shit.

My sons are never too interested in shit unless it involves them, so I’m pretty sure they don’t have a clue what’s going on. Probably off somewhere corrupting somebody’s daughter. Caleb’s the only one who hasn’t been treating me like I have the plague or some shit.

“Fine, I’ll go, but I don’t wanna hear shit about how I handle things when I get there.” The asshole school’s always calling me over there and then complains to this one about my behavior like I’m one of their pupils or some shit. “Gonna kiss me before I go?” If looks could kill I’d be a goner.

I ignored her stink ass attitude and stole one and headed for the door after kissing my babies goodbye. “Cody you’re in charge, look after your mother and sisters for me.” He grinned and held up his arms for a hug and then I had to do the same with all the girls before I was able to leave.

I have a lot of shit to do today, because like she said, Mancini and his wife are coming this evening. He’d called back the other night to say that after talking it over with his woman they’d decided that it didn’t make sense for him to come right away since they were already planning a trip to Law’s to see the new baby later this week.

I escaped to the shop, which is the only place I seem to get any peace these days, and lost myself in work. I’ve spent the last few days and nights trying to piece shit together so I could give my kid what she wants. After the run in the desert I knew we still had some shit to take care of, but I thought for sure with the masterminds out of the way this shit would be easier, I thought wrong.

The deeper I dig with the information I got from Mancini and the SEALs the more layers I find. It’s a never-ending cesspool of shit, and now Law had gone and planted this new idea in my head about the asshole government releasing pedophiles in the surrounding areas. Fuck!

It’s gotten so the boy is the least of my worries. I’m still not too jazzed about the idea of those two being halfway around the country away from my watchful eye no matter how much her mother bitches.

If she thinks reminding me that she wasn’t much older than our daughter when the two of us got together is going to make me see the light, she’s full of shit.

If that little fuck even thinks of doing half the shit I did to her with my kid he’s dead. Fuck! I rubbed the pain in my gut and tried to think about something else. Like the new bike design I was currently working on.

I kept my eye on the clock after lunch because if I fucked up one more thing this week Kat would have my balls. But there’s no way I’m going there any earlier than I have to. I plan on heading out a half an hour before the last bell. That’ll give the pain in the ass principal about fifteen minutes to get on my nerves with her shit.