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  Anarchist Season 2 Book 2

  By

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright©2016 Jordan Silver

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  Table of contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 1

  LAW

  ***

  I got up the next day with a sore dick and a shit load on my plate. My brother and cousin were up to their assholes in bullshit and neither of them was talking. But for some reason when I walked out my house everything seemed to be just fine. By that I mean there were no guns blazing and no sheriff at my gate. The day was young yet but I could always hope.

  The men were milling around looking busy with something other than dealing with fucktards for once, and for the first time in weeks there was no feeling of impending doom hanging over my head. In short, peace reigned on the Daniels ranch, at least outwardly it did. I won’t be able to claim that blessed emotion until everyone who had a hand in my family’s deaths had been dispatched to hell.

  Even the sun was being cooperative today after the last few days of rain and cloudy skies. I walked towards the clubhouse with a lighter step than I’ve had in a very long time. Everything felt lighter this morning in fact.

  That shit ought to last until Dana Sue woke the hell up. Merciful fuck but my innocent young bride is a handful. I’ve only now come to accept that she isn’t a plant from my enemies because as much trouble as they cause me, she gives me double. Lucky for her I was ass over heels in love with her or I’d have shipped her ass off somewhere already.

  Her spunk and sass took some getting used to, but she’s a female, I have to leave room for improvement. After my days in Special Forces fighting for Uncle Fuckwit I wasn’t used to anyone defying or disobeying me. She didn’t seem to think my rules applied to her. Unless she was in agreement with whatever it was I said, there was sure to be all out war.

  If she’s gone two minutes without giving me some sort of grief since we met I’d eat my fucking bike. And since I’d given her the words that every woman seems to live for, she now knows she owns my balls and has no fear. Fuck me what a pain in the ass that’s gonna be for the next sixty odd years.

  I’d left her sprawled all over the bed after the last round of hard early morning fucking. Her greedy ass was going to fuck the skin off my dick yet. All that youth, damn could she take a ride. I’d learned something last night though, something very enlightening indeed for a newly married man. When she was drunk her pussy relaxed and she took me like a champ.

  As much as I love knowing that she still has trouble taking me after all these weeks, as much as I enjoy her tight little pussy wrapped around my cock like a too tight glove, I enjoyed the deep fucking she took last night. That pussy took a pounding and came back for more for the better part of the night into the wee hours of the morning. There had been no pussy-hurt noises and no ‘please Lawton, take it out.’

  Instead she’d egged me on to fuck her harder, go deeper. She’d sat on my cock until her ass touched my groin, something she’d hardly been able to do before. Hopefully I’d opened her up a little because my dick liked the feeling of being balls deep inside her tight little pussy.

  I’d been working on ways to fuck her hole wider without hurting her too much, and with the added benefit of the alcohol she’d consumed I was able to make some serious leeway. She even let me into her ass without complaint, bonus. I let her use me to get off until the alcohol finally wore off and she crashed with her pussy full of my dick. Thank fuck I was already fucked dry and was just letting her use me for her last go round or I’d have fucked her in her sleep.

  Then I rolled over about an hour ago and fucked the shit out of her again. That ought to keep her little ass quiet until noon at the very least. I’d be surprised if she could walk let alone get into shit around here today. After a night like the one we just had, she’d need to recuperate. Maybe I should’ve fucked her throat raw. That would’ve kept her from screeching shit at me for the next couple of days.

  “Hey boss today’s the holiday the guys are planning a BBQ and the sheep are gonna make some shit, we’ll make a day of it.” Chaz came sidling up like he’d been waiting in the wings or some shit.

  “It’s the what?” Where the fuck had the time gone? I could now see what it was the men had been so busy with and sure enough they were setting up the dozen or so half barrels my family used to use for barbecuing.

  “The holidays. Kyle thought it would be a good idea to let the guys unwind a little now that things have quieted down a bit. We slaughtered a few calves and the women have been cooking up a storm all morning.”

  I didn’t pay too much attention to the rest of what he said; if I had I could’ve avoided the fucking headache that was waiting for my ass.

  “Sounds good, where’s my brother by the way?” Another pain in the ass! He seems to forget that I’m the older of the two and thinks he has to look out for me.

  “He was just around here somewhere but then he and Travis disappeared.” He was acting way too twitchy all of a sudden.

  “Something you want to tell me Chaz? And think carefully before you answer that.”

  “Nope. Gotta go, the sheep sent me after the ice.” Oh yeah they were definitely up to some shit. “If my brother gets hurt I’m gonna fuck some shit up. You have any reason to believe that I might have to do that?”

  “Can’t say that I do boss, we’re just having a party.”

  I let him leave because whatever they were up to they didn’t fear my wrath so it couldn’t be that bad. I headed back to the clubhouse to finish what I’d started the day before. Hopefully with all the festivities people would leave me the fuck alone and I could get some work done. Good thing the military had taught me to command because everyone around here acted like they couldn’t have a thought without me okaying it first.

  ***

  DANA SUE

  ***

  Oh sweet glory do I ache. The sun peeped through the new curtains I’d made for the windows and I squinted my eyes open as I reached for him. My hand met empty space as my eyes finally opened fully. His pillow still held the warmth from his head and as I buried my face in it his scent still clung to the soft cotton.

  I smiled and squeezed the pillow as happiness flooded me. A few months ago I never thought I would ever be happy again. My life was a bleak empty void with nothing but marriage to a man old enough to be my grandfather to look forward to. But my Lawton had saved me and now my life had taken a complete turn. I’m one lucky girl and I know it.

  If not for Lawton there’s no telling what would’ve become of me. I’d defied my dad until he’d beaten me almost to death, but I still wouldn’t give into marrying Royce, the man was repulsive. The day I’d ended up here was the day my old life ended and this one begun. Broken and bruised as I was, I remember my first sight of him. Remember the way my heart had tripped all over itself.

  My years at finishing school hadn’t prepared me for the likes of him. I wouldn’t dare ever say this to him, but he reminds me of one of those old time western heroes that I used to hide and read about in the dark. Only my real life hero was ten times better and last night was proof of that.

  He was hard and rugged with a touch of old world charm, even though he tries very hard, to hide that side of him from the rest of the world. I ran my hand over the place where he’d laid and felt warmth and envelope me.

  I’ve never felt this safe and protected before. Never felt this loved and wanted. Even in the midst
of his own personal hell, he’d shown me his heart. Yes indeed the day my dad almost beat me to death was the best day of my life. It had led me here, to him.

  The only fly in my ointment, are the unattached women who roam the ranch. I see the way they all look at him. The way they’re always finding an excuse to run to him with every little thing. I keep meaning to have a word with him about that but something always comes up, or he has to run off somewhere to put out one fire or another.

  I know his hands are full taking care of the men who’d killed his family. It was something we never talk about, a part of him that he keeps hidden from me. Just thinking about it makes me want to hang him. He treats me like a child. Except when we’re in bed. Then he treats me like a woman, his woman.

  I limped out of bed and felt the delicious soreness that still lingered between my thighs. What had he done to me? Sweet mercy. My head ached just a little from my over imbibing the night before. That’s the last time I listen to the girls. I was obviously not cut out for anything more than a little punch.

  Once in the shower I let the warm water wash over me and wished that he were here now to give me one of his special wash-ups. I felt a sweet tingling through the pain and let my hand drift. I looked down at the soreness on my breasts and my eyes widened at the black and blue love bites that covered my whole chest, my stomach, and even down to my...

  Oh dear heaven. The night came back in flashes of Technicolor. Had I really said and done those things? The bruising between my thighs proved that maybe I had and it wasn’t just a dream. What must he think of me? I told him to…and then I… oh it was too much.

  I hurried through the rest of my shower and tried to lock off my thoughts. I seem to remember talk last night when I was with the others about some kind of party today. Good, something to take my mind off of my slutty act of the night before.

  I went through my recipe box for some ideas that would be perfect for an outdoor party and left the house in search of Melissa and the others. They were already gathered at Melissa’s, looked like I was the last holdout.

  “Well look what the coyotes dragged in.” Ginger was the first to notice my entrance. I’d tried to hide some of the more visible marks on my neck and cleavage but from the way all eyes flew to them I guess I didn’t do a very good job.

  “What have we here?” trust Melissa to ignore my embarrassment and bring attention to the very thing I was trying to avoid. She moved the hand I had clapped over my chest out of the way and grinned. “Looks like somebody had themselves a good old fashioned bed busting party.”

  “It’s always the shy ones.” Ginger grinned. I looked to Illyana for help since she was usually the sane one of the bunch but she was looking a little green and just sat there with a winsome smile on her face.

  “Don’t look at me, they’ve been at it all morning.”

  “Didn’t I hear talk about a BBQ? What are we doing here? Let’s go get started on the food.” Anything to get the spotlight off of me. I guess they hadn’t noticed that I was walking bowlegged yet. That was bound to get them going again I’m sure.

  “Um, about that. The other women have already taken that over.” I didn’t know what Melissa was talking about, what other women? As far as I was concerned we were the only women on the ranch unless she was talking about those loose women who were always fawning over our men. Today’s the day I’ll have that talk with Lawton about them. Let’s hope I don’t chicken out, he can be a bit scary when crossed. I didn’t think it was right for him to have them here with his wife and it was high time he knew it.

  Sure before he was married that was one thing, but I was here now and he certainly didn’t need the likes of them to do anything for him. “You can’t be serious. It’s our husbands shouldn’t we be the ones cooking for them?” The four of them looked at each other and I felt like I was missing something.

  I didn’t have anything against these women per se, it’s just I didn’t think they should be allowed certain liberties which I’d noticed they were taking advantage of. Like hanging out at the clubhouse long after Lawton had ordered me home. What were they doing in there? As if I didn’t know.

  “Well I have some great recipes that shouldn’t be too hard to whip up in a flash so let’s get a move on. I guess we can have them peel potatoes and shell peas if they want to be involved. But this is the first party since I became a wife and I want to show Lawton what I can do. How many men are here anyway?”

  The five of us tromped out the door and headed in the direction where we could see the men were already setting up. It was a beautiful day out, perfect for a backyard BBQ. My face only fell a little when I saw those women, but I squared my shoulders and forged on. I’m Lawton’s wife. I have nothing to fear from those women. If they give me any guff I’ll just tell them to leave. Good riddance.

  Chapter 2

  LAW

  ***

  I wasn’t back there fucking with the books ten minutes it seemed like, before I heard a commotion coming through the walls. I didn’t need the door to open for me to know who was behind the racket. She’s up. I’m gonna have to have another talk with my wife about her damn caterwauling. For someone who’d gone to a fancy school where they were supposed to teach women manners and etiquette and shit, she sure hadn’t picked up much. She fucks like a well-trained courtesan and yells like a damn banshee. And the way things were going with her and her crew she’d be cussing like a sailor next.

  “Lawton…” She came busting through the door, her face like a storm cloud.

  “Dana Sue what is it? Are you hurt, bleeding, about to lose a limb? If it’s none of the above then please leave me to what it is I’m doing here.” She looked like I’d slapped her but what the fuck? She had to learn to handle shit on her own if it wasn’t a matter of life or death.

  There will be times when I won’t be here, what was she going to do then? I’ve been taking shit easy on her because this was all new to her, but as my wife she had a position to fill. Better she get used to it now. One thing was for sure; she had some mean ass looks in her repertoire. One of which she threw my way before turning on her heel in a huff and walking away. Thank fuck!

  I didn’t pay too much attention to the way she closed the door all soft and shit, or the way her shoulders slumped. I’d already turned back to the books. I’d lost a lot of time the last few days fucking around with one thing or another; it was time to get back on track. My time has been stretched thin lately between the ranch and my need for vengeance.

  I looked over at the board I had set up with all the players in my little saga. That shit was growing bigger and bigger by the day. I hadn’t put the out of town crew up there yet because they hadn’t been heard from, and I was hoping against hope that they would keep their fucking noses out of my shit. But if they’d come all this way to die, fuck ‘em.

  It was another couple of hours before I lifted my head again. “Damn, how the fuck had dad done this shit day in and out, for years?” I was a little surprised that the spread was holding up as well as it had been. It felt like forever since I’d given it the attention it deserved. Most of my energies have been focused on revenge, but the men dad had left in place were still looking after his interest. I had to remember to compensate them well when I got my head together.

  I found that lately the burn in my gut wasn’t as bad as in the beginning. That could be because of my new pain in the ass wife, or the fact that Royce was dead. I wanted the son’s head on a fucking platter yeah, but the hate didn’t carry as much weight as it once had. “Fucking woman’s making me soft.”

  I worked the kinks out of my neck and shoulders and headed out for a cold one. The place seemed relatively quiet for this time of day and I just chalked it up to the upcoming festivities. Dana Sue hadn’t come back so I guess she’d taken care of whatever it was that had been bothering her. Maybe I could find her and drag her off for an afternoon quickie, sweeten her up a little.

  “Hey Clay where the hell is everybody at? He
was the only one lagging around that I could see. “The women are running some kinda boycott that’s why I came to get you.” What the fuck? I had no doubt that by women he meant my pain in the ass wife. I took a deep breath, massaged the stress from the bridge of my nose, and said a quick prayer for peace. What now?

  “What happened?”

  “Well, you know the sheep usually handle the food and shit for these little shindigs because until now Melissa was the only wife and it was way too much for her to handle on her own. Well it seems that now that your wife is here the others, including my own pain in the ass, have put it into her head that she should be in charge.”

  “I don’t get it, what’s the boycotting about?”

  “Well, as you can imagine the sheep aren’t too happy with their places being taken. You know they’re already pissed at the marriage rate around here the last couple of weeks. I think they think the wives are trying to kick them out.”

  “I need this shit. Where the fuck are they?” He motioned towards the door as if to say lead on. I can’t have one day of peace in this fuck? I thought having a wife was supposed to lift some of the burden off my shoulder? Instead this girl spent her every waking moment trying to drive me up the fucking wall. The only time she wasn’t giving me grief is when she was under me.

  “Where the fuck is my brother? I’m not even gonna ask your pussy whipped ass if you can’t control your woman because we all know who runs that ship.” When had the men around here lost their nuts?

  “Uh-huh, like you’re any better. I don’t know where Kyle is you know he lets Melissa do whatever the hell she wants. So how do you plan on handling this?” Why the fuck was he so jumpy?

  “What’s to handle? The sheep have always taken care of this shit, my wife and the rest of her squad can find better things to do with their time.”

  “Uh, Law, I’m not sure…”

  “Look you wanna handle the shit or you want me to, because I coulda sworn that’s why your scared ass was hanging around outside my damn door.” The fucking idiot grinned like an ass and upped my headache a couple notches.