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  Anarchist Season 2 Book 3

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright © 2019 by Jordan Silver

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  Contents

  1. Law

  2. Lyon

  3. Law

  4. Law

  5. Law

  6. Brandon

  7. Law

  1

  Law

  “Well shit!” I heard her screams as I paced back and forth outside the closed bedroom door. Everyone else on the ranch was either outside in the yard or in my living room waiting for news, except my brother Kyle, my cousin Travis, and my friends Brand and Clay who were leaning against the wall across from the door watching me.

  I felt like an extra in a bad Western movie or some shit. If it were not bad enough that Dana Sue had gone into labor damn near in the middle of the night, she’d also have to choose a night when it was hotter than hell and I’d been out on one of my seek and destroy missions.

  It’s sheer luck that I’d made it back in time to be here for her when she needs me, only now Doc Sommers and her old ass refused to let me into the room. Barred from my own fucking bedroom, ain’t this a bitch.

  All the other women were in there holding her hand but me the husband and father had been relegated to pacing the hallway. Apparently I was making a nuisance of myself.

  Not sure what she wanted from me. It’s not easy seeing the woman I love in pain and so what if I lost my shit a time or two? That’s normal isn’t it? I guess threatening to drag the kid out myself if he took too long was going a bit too far for her highfaluting standards or some shit.

  Whatever the reason she’d sent my ass packing and now I’m left out here to imagine the worst. Every time Dana Sue screamed my gut dropped and I moved closer to the door ready to break the shit down.

  “Dana Sue!” Damn that last scream sounded like she was being ripped in two. Ginger Lee opened the door a crack and glared at me. “She’s fine Law.” She hissed and I tried to see over her head. All that was missing was a Stetson in my hand and I’d be the star in an old black and white oater.

  “One more of those and I’m coming in.” I threatened. She hissed and slammed the door in my face. “Clay I’ma strangle your woman swear to fuck.” I raised my hand to bang down the shit.

  “Would you come and sit down? You’re making the rest of us restless.”

  “We’ve been through this shit before what’s the matter? You said doc was the woman for the job now let her do her thing.” The other fucks in the room nodded their agreement but I noticed their faces were almost as white as mine.

  It’s true that in the last few months we’ve had more than our fair share of births around here both human and animal, but none of that matters when it’s your kid being born into the world.

  I thought I was ready, I’d done everything to prepare for this day but now that we were at crunch time I couldn’t remember shit. This was worse than staking out some asshole in the desert waiting to get a bead on him with un-friendlies circling you in the background.

  It’s been a hell of a year what with chasing down assholes halfway across the world and trying to flush out one homegrown fuckwit who’d only just poked his head out of his hidey hole, and I’m all the way beat.

  We had to put a lot of shit on hold once we came back from Lyon’s place after his kid got snatched, not long after having to deal with the fallout from our little run in the desert. I was hoping that since we’d taken care of Khalil and his shit I’d be able to take a break, but no dice.

  I still had the asshole hater in chief in my backyard and since I couldn’t hold him indefinitely with all this other shit going on, I’d had to let him go. I got what I needed out of him anyway, which had helped to clean up some but not all of the trafficking fucks in my neck of the woods. That shit is a work in progress.

  But it had been decided that maybe it was best for all concerned if he wasn’t here when his granddaughter did her big reveal. Fucker might drop dead of a heart attack, which would be perfect if you ask me. But Brand had asked me to do it for his girl.

  I’d warned him to get as far away from my vision as possible, knowing that the sheriff wasn’t going to do anything about him, and he’d gone off the radar. I didn’t fool myself into thinking that that was the last we’d seen of him though.

  We still have his daughter and granddaughter and men like him, who think they own women, don’t just walk away because you tell them to. Which brought another problem to mind, my in-laws.

  Once her due date drew near Dana Sue for some fucked up reason started wanting her mother. I hadn’t told her as yet that her mother had been all set to sell her off to Royce Davis along with her sperm donor.

  It’s not that I didn’t know how to tell her, but I knew it would hurt her and I couldn’t bring myself to do that shit not even on a good day. With her being pregnant and vulnerable there’s no way I was about to do that shit; maybe afterwards, a long time after. Or the first time she gets it into her head to take my kid to see her or invite her here.

  We were close to getting in touch with Brandon’s new father in law, but this shit was delicate to say the least and the man in question wasn’t the easiest person to get close to.

  His daughter, Illyana, was afraid of damaging his reputation if she just came out of the woodwork all these years later, and I have to respect her wishes. The asshole press would have a field day if this shit got out in the wrong way.

  Add the fact that he’s about one of the only politicians I can stomach I agreed with them that we had to go about this shit the right way or we’d fuck a good man over. Senator Hayden St. John strikes me as the kind of man who’d take that shit in stride though.

  All the same it’s better for all concerned that we clean up some shit around here before we go inviting the highly esteemed senator into our backyard. I sometimes wonder if it was his name that had drawn the mother to him.

  Life sure likes to fuck with your head. His name and the man who was sure to hate him on sight were the same, Hayden. What are the fucking odds?

  One is an upstanding man of color who’s done his bit to get the country on even footing when it comes to the race question, while the other was working hard to make that shit worst. Asshole fucknut!

  Regardless of all the shit we had going on though, things had been relatively quiet around here for months, which was a blessing with all these women breeding like there was some kind of epidemic around here or some shit.

  Well, quiet is a relative term. I don’t think my place has been anything resembling that since Dana Sue showed up and fuck if she isn’t worst with her crew here to back her plays. And if I thought her annoying ass was a pain before, nothing beats the last six or seven months.

  It’s like the second she realized she was breeding she took the gloves off and showed me what her ass was made of; opinionated little twit. Even her walk has changed and I’m not talking about her waddle, she’s been strutting around here like a queen running my shit and everyone else’s because they knew if they displeased my wife it would be their ass.

  One of her was bad enough, but when the whole passel came up pregnant my guys and I were talking conspiracy. Swear to fuck if I didn’t know better I’d swear the girls had planned it.

  There’s no other explanation for the fact that they all got pregnant at about the same time. I have a sneaky suspicion that Lyon’s woman and the SEALs wives might’ve had a hand in it too. br />
  I can just imagine that conversation, seeing as how Lyon’s woman learned war strategy from him. She’s been teaching the others how to reel us men in and we’re too dumb to know it. It’s funny how that shit works.

  I find more and more lately that I can’t win an argument with my woman. Her annoying ass has learned to counter my shit without saying a word. Her new deal when she isn’t batting her lashes at me, is not to sulk like she used to, but to act like she’s an independent woman who can do shit for herself; with my kid in her, get the fuck…

  It took Lyon bringing it to my attention to realize I was being played. Funny how our phone conversations have become less about assholes who run the world into the ground and more about our women and what the fuck they get up to.

  When I mentioned her new shit he’d laughed his ass off and let it slip that that’s one of Kat’s old go to schemes. Comparing notes with the SEALs and Creed, even Mancini, it was obvious that we were all being played.

  I’m not going to be the one to tell Colton Lyon that his wife is the real mastermind in their relationship and that she’s now giving fucking courses in that shit to all the other women, that nut just might lose his shit. Then again I think he already knows, poor sap.

  It’s evident in the way he caters to her, the way he still hovers like a mother hen over her and their children. And since he was the one married the longest out of all of us I guess it’s only fair that we all look at his situation for pointers. Fuck if I’ma let Dana Sue run me the way Kat runs him though.

  These women think they’re slick as shit. They do that shit so smoothly you wouldn’t catch it if you weren’t looking, which is another reason why I think Colt and all the others are onto their shit. Now I just look at my woman side eyed when she starts her shit. Fat lotta good it does me.

  Funny but now that I look back on it she’s been using the kid to do that shit a lot lately too. I haven’t yelled at her since I heard those words ‘I’m pregnant’ but I’ve bitten the fucking hell outta my tongue and my eyes are about to get stuck in the back of my head as much as I roll them at her fuckery. All behind her back of course, since her ornery ass takes umbrage at every damn thing.

  I guess shit didn’t get real until we all spent more and more time with each other and I got to see the mechanics at work in their individual relationships, and I have to say, if these fuckers knew what they looked like they’d stop.

  All it takes is one pouty lip or one of those determined looks that say ‘fine, I’ll just do the shit myself’ and the men cave and give into whatever it is their hardheaded ass woman is after.

  The day I let Dana Sue lead me around by my damn nose is the day I hang it all up. “But why is she screaming like that though? Didn’t they give her the pain shit? I know I told her not to try that natural childbirth shit.” Fucking Kat again!

  “Law, she’s supposed to scream, she’s pushing a whole human being out of her body. You hit your thumb with a hammer the other day and screamed like a bitch for two minutes straight.”

  “Fuck you Kyle that shit hurt.” You and the rest of these disrespectful assholes who’re snickering at that shit.

  He did have a point though, I need to get myself together, can’t come apart at the seams now. She’s going to need me, she and him or her, please fuck don’t let it be a her! If Dana Sue brings in a ringer my life is well and truly fucked. I can barely keep up with one of them.

  Life can’t be that fucking cruel to give me a daughter. Colt has been de-balled, castrated, neutered, all the above in a house full of females. Poor sap he doesn’t even know it, that it’s not just his wife but his daughters that have taken over his fucking life.

  I remember the days when we talked bikes and hunting down assholes in our backyards to keep those shits clean and idiot free. Now all we talk about is our women, his kids, who’s having the next one and where we need to be for whose labor. I spent years in the military for this shit.

  2

  Lyon

  “Colton come on we’ve got to go, get a move on.”

  “I thought that was next week!” She had me halfway out the door but I was still dragging ass.

  “I’m very sorry oh mighty one, that Dana Sue and her baby decided to offset your schedule; had something more pressing to take care of did you?” The older she gets the more she loses her damn mind.

  “You sure the kids are going to be okay?” She rolled her eyes at me and opened the door, like she was going to leave me if I didn’t get the lead out. “They’re fine, they have all their grandparents to look out for them; now come on it’s not like this is the first time we’re doing this.”

  She had a point; and this is the reason I don’t like this friend shit, when the fuck did I become ‘that guy’? Kat and her shit. I’ve been in and out of Georgia more in the last year that I have in all my life put together. Each time a kid dropped she had to be there. Her ass should’ve taken midwife classes. Then again, nine kids, so.

  “I don’t see why I need to be there.” That look she gave me had my balls retreating. I’m always amazed at how the tables have turned in our relationship. Oh, I still get my way, when it counts, with the big stuff. But everything else she and her kids have me beat and she knows it. Fucking woman!

  I slammed the door behind me for emphasis but whereas before she’d have walked back to me and tried sweetening me up, her ass hopped in the truck and glared out the window at me.

  I’d been winding down, or more to the point hiding out in my home office after going a round with Mengele. Then the phone rang somewhere in the house and five minutes later she was in my face with the we have to leave bullshit.

  I’ll say one thing for her; she’s an organized little shit. She just made one phone call and got her phone tree going. It seems my mom and hers has been on standby because as women they understood that babies don’t always come when they’re supposed to so they were ready for this shit.

  Kat has a calendar with all the due dates and where we need to be when. “I don’t remember signing up for this shit.” I slammed the car door too before shoving the key in the ignition, or trying to. “That’s not how it works remember?”

  I glared at her sniggering shit and held the key against the magnetic strip and the engine roared to life. “As to not signing up, they’re our friends, they were here when the trips were born remember?” I grumbled some shit beneath my breath and dropped it because she had a point.

  All I wanted was to get rid of some asshole that was a threat to my kid and ended up with twenty or thirty new friends. The guys aren’t that bad but their women…fuck!

  “When did you call them?” She looked out the window at Jared and the guys as they met us at the end of my street. I blew the horn to let them know I saw them and smirked at her.

  “You know I don’t go anywhere without them.” It’s my Arizona desert crew, all these years later and they’re still my go-to guys. Now I’ve got them tangled up in this shit with the SEALs, Law and the others. Not that they mind; there’s always some shit to do and there’s nothing my boys like more than putting a motherfucker right.

  This labor shit couldn’t have come at a worst time though. There’s some new Intel making it’s way around our little town that needs more looking into, but I can’t do that shit now what with Kat dragging me off to Law’s ranch with her fuckery.

  “I know that, but I only told you like less than an hour ago that we had to leave.”

  “You think you and your girls are the only ones who know how to plan? You know Jared is half a woman, he told the guys to be on standby with a three week window or some shit.”

  I guess I shoulda listened to his ass then too, seeing as I’m the one with the most kids. But Kat and her fucking kids never played by anyone else’s rules so when they come later or earlier than expected how was I to know that was a female thing? Fucking women!

  My phone rang and she reached over to answer it on the dashboard with her nosy ass. “Mommy, daddy!” Fuck, I was a
lmost in the clear. I looked at the dashboard, almost one in the morning. “What is it Mengele why aren’t you in bed?”

  She sighed like an eighty year old man on the other end of the line. “Are you going to see uncle Law and aunt Dana? Is it time for the baby?”

  “Yes baby!” Her mother answered her while I was trying to figure out why her ass was out of bed.

  “But mommy I was supposed to go.”

  “Not this time baby, we’ll take you another time okay.” She grumbled some shit and then yawned.

  “Okay mommy but did you take the video camera?” Kat looked over at me like I was supposed to know what the fuck.

  The two of them went back and forth on that shit until I finally told her that Law wouldn’t want her mother taping his woman like that. “But…

  “Sleep Mengele. You’re too little for that shi…stuff anyway.”

  “Fine, then I guess I’ll have to wait until Caitie has her first baby before I ever get to see what it looks like.” The little shit hung up the phone on that zinger and I almost ran off the road while her mother laughed her ass off.

  “That shit’s not funny!”

  “You should see your face; she was just needling you. I don’t now why out of all our kids you let her get to you like that.” I gave her a look. Sure, you don’t know. It can’t be because she’s the one that looks like you.

  Jared’s nosy ass called me next, “why you swerving? You sleepy? Need me to drive?”

  “No, your Goddaughter is up to her shit.”

  “Which one?”

  “Which one you think?”

  “Well, since Caitie’s an angel and the trips are too young to get into too much, it must be Catalina.”

  “That’s the one.” He laughed and hung up.