Anarchist Book 3
By
Jordan Silver
Copyright©2014 Alison Jordan
All Rights Reserved
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 1
LAW
It took her a good minute after my announcement to answer. “You’re giving me to him?” her voice was soft and hurt, her yes filled with betrayal.
“How many times have I told you that you’re not going back to him?” she still wasn’t catching on and for the life of me I don’t know why I didn’t just come right out and tell her.
“Then what...who?” she looked scared enough to bolt and I had other shit to do before the happy event, so I couldn’t stand around here all day with her fuckery.
“Just get that dress and be ready in half an hour, we’ve already wasted enough time, and I have to be out there with my men soon in case your beau decides to lose his fucking mind and come looking for you.”
When she didn’t move but just stood there as if transfixed, I turned to leave the room. “If you don’t mind getting married in that then I don’t, I’ll be back to get you.”
I pulled the phone when it rang on my hip and the read out said Clay calling. “What’s up brother?”
“We’ve got a problem.”
“Fuck, another one, what is it this time?” I moved faster on my way to the door. I hadn’t expected Davis to make a move this soon; I thought I had time.
“It’s your cousin.”
“Travis, what about him?” I stopped moving as my brain tried to play catch up.
Travis was due back from his overseas job, there’s no reason for anything to be wrong with him.
Unless the fucking plane went down, and I’m sure I would’ve heard about that before now.
“Uh, he seems to be having some female issues of his own.”
“What the fuck does that mean, and why are you bothering me with this shit right now?” sometimes I think my boys just like fucking with me.
They think I’m too serious all the time; at least that’s what I keep hearing.
So every once in a while they’d pull some shit that was supposed to get me out of my doldrums. The shit never works but that never stops them from trying.
“You’d better get out here quick bro; by the way your priest is here.”
“I’ll be right there.” I turned and looked back at her and my heart softened a little at the look of fear on her face.
“Shit! Come ‘ere.” She actually flew across the room to me, and surprised the hell out of me.
For some reason, maybe because there was too much shit going on in my world at the moment, I had the strange urge to pull her in tight and squeeze the hell out of her.
“I want you to stop worrying, I told you I’d take care of you didn’t I?” she nodded against my chest. Now why the hell did that shit make my dick sit up and take notice? Not good.
“Well the only way I can do that right now is by marrying you, that way it will give us time to come up with something else more long term.”
“Isn’t marriage supposed to be long term?” it took her a minute to come up with that one. Why the fuck do females always have to make shit difficult?
“Yes, but we won’t be getting married for real, I mean the ceremony will be real, it has to be in order for this to work, but we’ll be married in name only.
When this is all over you can get a divorce or an annulment or whatever, and go on with the rest of your life.”
“I won’t do it.” She pulled out of my arms with more force than I thought her little body capable of.
“Excuse me?” see what I mean? Difficult. I should’ve gone with my first choice and just dragged her ass before the preacher and get this shit done.
Instead I thought I’d show her the courtesy of letting her in on how I was planning to change her life for the next little while, and look what it got me. No doubt she was about to make my fucking head hurt the way only a female can.
“I will not lie in front of a priest, think of something else. When I get married it will be forever and there will be no divorce.”
“Do you understand that this is the only way I can keep you here for now without bringing down the law on my head?
You’re of age that’s true, but all Davis or your father has to do is make a complaint of kidnapping or some shit to get the whole ball rolling. Now go put on the dress and let’s go.”
I’m sure there are ways around all that shit I just told her, but this was the quickest solution and the one that worked best in my head, so that’s what the fuck we were gonna do.
“No.”
What the fuck? “Okay then, you may leave, bye. I hope you find a way to get yourself out of this shit.” I turned to leave the house and go see about what the fuck else was going on to fuck with my life today.
She pulled on the back of my tee shirt as I turned to leave. “No wait, you can’t just throw me out.” Now she sounded panicked. The old me would’ve soothed her, maybe even long enough to get her under me. This me didn’t have the fucking time.
If I were in the market for a nice fresh faced, wholesome girl to make my wife, she would be at the top of my list. But since I wasn’t interested in any of that shit, my mind wasn’t working in that direction.
There was another reason I was choosing to marry her, I’m sure I could’ve found another way to keep her safe.
But this way I get to stick it to Royce in a way that I know would hurt the old fuck.
He didn’t have to know that I wasn’t fucking her; just the thought should be enough to drive his ass mad. But first I have to get this one to calm the fuck down with her shit.
“I can and I will, I have people here that I have to look out for, you being here is a danger to them. You don’t want to do what I say then you have to go.”
She bit her lip and wrung her hands together while looking around for an answer. Only half of that shit I told her was true, but it suited my purposes to make her believe that shit.
My men know that there’s only one law here, literally and figuratively speaking of course.
They know that I don’t ask permission, and I do what the fuck I feel is right at the time and for the situation, whatever it may be.
They never forget that they were the ones who came searching me out and not the other way around. I could’ve gone after that fuck myself.
It’s not that I didn’t care about them or their thoughts; I cared too much. But once in my life I had no control over anything and it went to shit. That was never gonna happen again.
She didn’t have to know that I had no intentions on letting her go out that door. This was too good an opportunity to pass up.
Yes I was about to use her, but she’d come to me. And besides, it wasn’t like I was going to use and discard her, when this shit was all over I would see that she was taken care of.
But there was no way I was letting her out of here now for him to get his hands on her. I know it had to be killing him by now if he knew where she was and I’m pretty sure he did.
“Get dressed.” I walked out the door to go see what the fuck was going on with the rest of my fucked up day.
Brandon and Clay met me halfway and I couldn’t tell from their faces if we were going to be under attack, or about to throw a party.
“Okay what happened? Travis only just got back right, so he couldn’t have done anything...” Just then we heard a female scream from the guesthouse I’d just thrown her mother out of.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Travis.” Brandon hid a grin and the knot in my gut eased a little. Travis, Kyle and I are as close as you can get for blood.
When my family had been murdered, he was the only one of the extended that hung around after the dust had settled.
The others had come out for the funeral of course, but most of them were only interested in what they could get out of our loss.
Travis, because he had spent time here with us since he was a kid, and then lived with us for a while before going off to college, had been of more help, than most of the adult relatives.
I owed him a lot. He was only a few years younger than me, and two years older than Kyle.
He might’ve had a rough start in life but he’d done okay for himself. The boy was smart and had a heart of gold, but he had something else we Daniels men got too much of, a quick and deadly temper.
“What the fuck is going on with him?” I looked towards the little cottage where it sounded like someone was arguing. The words weren’t loud enough to be heard, just the cadence told a story.
“Well, you remember that girl he was going with when he was out here? She’s gone and got herself engaged it looks like.”
“Okay.” I shrugged my shoulders at him. I vaguely remember some female that my cousin was into and would sniff around every summer when he came out here until he had come to live with us.
They had been pretty serious now that I think of it, and had lasted even after he’d gone off to college.
I hadn’t heard anything about her in the last year, since he’d been gone overseas to work on some big time project. Still, what the fuck did any of this have to do with anything?
“Damn Law, get your head out your ass for one second will you? The boy was crazy about that girl, they made plans to get married...” Brandon started to explain but Clay cut him off.
“That’s not the biggest problem, and this you will appreciate bro, since you two seem to be of the same mind.” There was another scream, this one just a little louder.
“What the fuck is he doing in there?” I started to move towards the house but Clay pulled me back by the arm.
“I think you should hear the rest of the story first. Travis got back a day early and went right to her. When he got there apparently there was some trouble with her dad, who told him he was no longer welcome.
Our boy being who he is didn’t take that shit lightly and demanded to see his girl. After he made some threats they finally brought her out, but only long enough to tell him that she’s now engaged to be married...to Clifton Davis.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” I looked at the two of them, waiting for one of them to give me the punch line. They both shook their heads and clapped me on the shoulder.
“Serious as a sinner at confession.”
“So what’d he do, is that her I hear in there?” I was pretty sure my cousin wasn’t the type to take his fist to his woman, but it sure sounded like she was getting her ass whipped, which is a whole other story in these parts.
“It sure is. Our boy waited until they thought he was gone, after they’d ran him off and her crying and whatnot, and slipped back and went in through her bedroom window like always and voila, there you have it.”
“I need this shit.” I stomped off in the opposite direction to have a talk with the priest just in case we had to pull a good old fashion shotgun wedding for me, and little Ms. Dana.
By the time I made it back to the house she was dressed and ready. I felt a slight pang of guilt, but killed that shit quick. This was for both of us, we’ll both benefit in the end.
“You ready?” she looked damn near pitiful but she nodded her head yes. “Where’d you get those?” I nodded at the bunch of flowers she held that looked like someone had raided mom’s garden in a hurry.
“Your sister in law, I think that’s who she said she was.” Fucking Melissa, I was waiting for the last minute to tell her anything about this because she can be a pain in the ass.
At least it was good that they’d met already. Dana was going to need female companionship for the time she was here, which I was sure could run into a year at least easy.
“Wait can’t we...?” was she shaking again?
“Babe, we don’t have time; whatever questions you have will keep. Nothing is going to change, you’re going to live here in the guestroom and I’ll stay out of your way.
When the dirty old man has been taken care of you are free to go.” She pondered my words and then seemed to come to some sort of conclusion.
I wasn’t altogether sure that I trusted that look on her face, but I didn’t know her well enough to say, though I felt a tingling in my balls.
The ceremony as it were wasn’t too long and had gone off without a hitch. Our only witnesses were my brother and my two best friends.
She’d said something to the priest that had made him look over at me as if to say something, before she’d pulled on his arm and shaken her head at him.
He seemed resigned enough and performed the ceremony, before dropping his little bombshell, just a few added words that basically damned me to hell if I sought to divorce her. What the fuck ever!
I pecked her on the lips and barely spared her a glance as I left to go see what the fuck was up with my cousin.
Interfering ass female, where did she come up with that stipulation, and why the hell would she think that it would work on me anyway?
I wasn’t interested in the marriage game, wanted no part of that shit. I take a woman if I have a need for sex.
What I do not have a need for, is the nagging and other unnecessary bullshit that comes with the permanency of marriage and relationships. That fuckery is for the birds.
***
DANA SUE
So, he thinks that marriage is just something to be played with does he? Well we’ll just see about that.
It wasn’t easy getting the priest to agree to my little request, but in the end what fault could he find with it?
He was supposed to oppose divorce wasn’t he? So what harm was there in making that one little stipulation in the wedding vows?
When the time comes, I will use that to my advantage. It seems since coming back home my whole world has been turned upside down with one thing or another. Now I’m married.
I looked down at the gold band he’d placed on my finger, it’s funny; I hadn’t been expecting one. It was old but beautiful, one of those timeless pieces that endured the test of time.
I felt a warmth creep into my heart for a split second, as I looked after my new husband’s retreating back. ‘It’s time you grow up Dana.’ I told myself.
Yes it was, if not I will forever be tossed to and fro in the tempest, with other people always making the decisions for me.
I headed back to the house where my new husband had ordered me to stay while he did who knows what.
As I stepped out into the sunshine I felt free for the first time in a long while. I also felt a giddy sense of something. There was a tingling in my tummy, and I had the urge to smile for no blessed reason at all.
I could make this work, after all it wasn’t like my new husband was an ogre or something, in fact he was really quite handsome. And hadn’t he gone after my dad for what he did to me, a total stranger?
And he brought mom to me even though she’d not stayed. And he’s been nothing but kind ever since I got here. Yes, I could work with this.
My step was much lighter as I drew closer to the house. Melissa had promised to come by after and spend some time with me, since it seemed as if Lawton planned on keeping me a prisoner in his house for now.
I felt a slight pang of regret that my wedding day was nothing like I’d dreamed of as a child, but that was silly. This wasn’t a conventional wedding after all.
Conventional or not, it was real and it was going to stay that way. I felt like the old me again for the first time since my dad had let me in on his little secret.
Had that only been a few hours ago? How could life change so drastically in such a short time? I looked down at the ring on my finger once more and felt a new beat in my heart.
All I have to do now is learn my way around here, because there was no way I was staying cooped up inside for more than a day or two. Inactivity is the worse fate if you ask me.
At school they’d taught us to always be in motion, whether thinking or doing, always be about something.
There was a whole lot of stuff I could do around here I think, but first I must work on winning my husband over.
Maybe some of those expensive classes will come in handy after all, though I’d found them old fashioned and out dated at the time.
Who knew that etiquette and the how to be a proper wife training would actually come in handy in this day and age?
I got a chill when I remembered whom it was that had paid for those classes and why. Thank heaven Lawton had saved me from that.
Chapter 2
TRAVIS
“You’re not marrying him, there’s no fucking way I’ll ever let that happen.” She was only doing this shit because she thought he was safe, that he would be her family’s choice.
I’d taken her cherry at sixteen and I’d be fucked if someone else was going to put hands on what’s mine.
I had her laid out on the bed, arms and legs spread wide and tied to the posts.
Her pussy, that gash that fucking owned me, winked at me from between the fat lips that my mouth knew so well.
I’d gone away for a year, I had to if I wanted to do something more with my life than the drudgery that was staring me in the face in this small town that was going nowhere fast.
After university, which I’d only made because of scholarships, I’d been offered a job overseas. If I took it and did well, I would be set in my engineering field for life.
“We had an understanding, we talked about this shit. How the fuck could you forget that?” Her eyes followed me across the room as I paced back and forth in my anger.
Suzette is a good girl, I know that, but she’s gullible as fuck and that smarmy bitch of a mother and her asshole dad was always turning her head around. But I thought we were over this, that we were past anything resembling this shit.
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