Anarchist Season 2 Book 4

by Jordan Silver

  According to my guy, they were all safe with their grandparents, who apparently from all the activity going on were trying to make up for the one or two days a week that they aren't at my place with their grandparent shit.

  Now I have to explain to my nosy ass wife why I'm no longer in a hurry to head out. From the conversations this morning, it's pretty clear that she and these other women don't listen worth shit, which means she's been into shit that I don't know about. Fuck if I'ma let that shit fly. Sneaky fuck.

  Since Clay had got the goods from his woman, I'm pretty sure she'd already grouched to her girls, so this one would already know. She was looking twitchy as fuck standing in front of me next to the corral where I'd taken her to get away from the others.

  "Something you wanna tell me?" How can she still have the same look, that innocent shit she'd fooled me with years ago? In all the years we've been together that shit has never changed. Guilty as fuck! "About what?" I just lifted my brow at her, and she looked all around my head, everywhere but my eyes.

  I pulled the little sneak in closer for a hug, wrapping my arms around her. I've done this waltz often enough to know that she's not gonna tell me shit, not unless I get her ass horizontal somewhere and pound that shit out of her. Which come to think of it is not a bad idea. Wrong place and time, Colt!

  She wrapped her arms around me and sniffed my shirt before rubbing her nose across my chest. It's one of those weird things she does that makes no sense but gives me the warm and fuzzies all the same. And just that easily, I put everything else away and just enjoyed the feel of having my woman in my arms.

  With nine kids underfoot, these moments have become too fucking scarce. I realized then that it had been a long time since we'd had a moment to ourselves, not since the trips were born, in fact.

  With all the shit that's been going on, I'd dropped the ball. Have to get back to spending time with my girl; fuck everything else. I didn't bother calling her out on her shit, what's the point?

  She's following in her mother in law's footsteps complete with her own hen pack. As long as she's happy, we're good. I have ways of keeping her ass from going too far, but damn she's a sneaky one.

  I had no idea she was involved in this shit, but from what Mancini said earlier, it seems like all the women had banned together and decided they were going to do shit their way. Lucky for me, the others think like me, always one step ahead of their asses. Thank fuck for technology!

  "Let's go away for a few days when we get back. It's been a while since we got away from the kids." She pulled back and looked up at me with a smirk.

  "What're you smirking at?"

  "Oh, nothing, just that the last time I suggested doing that same thing, someone gave me a million reasons why we couldn't go away and leave the kids."

  She had a point. I'm not so worried about the older kids, but the younger ones are a different story. Mengele has been ramping up her shit here lately, and I don't know half the time what she's up to. Fucking Mancini seems like he's trying to single-handedly keep the postal service in business, always sending them to my house with his shit.

  My basement haven is long gone, and on any given day, she and the pothead can be found down there with their heads together whispering and shit. This should be a good thing, a young girl learning at the knees of her grandfather if the two of them weren't the most suspicious fucks I know.

  Between the two of them, they're always experimenting with some shit. I stopped asking after they did that shit with weed that was apparently a big deal. How an eight-year-old kid could figure out the shit she does is beyond me, but I've long given up questioning that too. I guess she got the best or worst of Kat and me.

  "If we send Mengele's ass off somewhere away from the others, it should be fine."

  "Actually, the girls and I were just talking. Wouldn't it be nice to go to Hank and Cierra's island again, all of us? Once all the babies are born of course, which should be in another couple of months."

  "The fuck, I said you and me, how did they get involved?" She did that rolling eye shit and pouted. "Fine, that's what we'll do."

  "Great!" She wrapped her arms around my neck and got that look in her eye. "It would be good if we could do it before the summer ends because Caitie will be heading off to college…"

  "Don't start that shit again." I pulled her arms from around my neck and turned to walk away. We'd already had this argument last night before we left to come here. In fact, it was because of this very thing that I'd been hiding out from Mengele and her nosy ass. Kid's always in my shit.

  My little sneak caught up and lifted my arm and put it around her shoulder to walk in step next to me. I braced myself for whatever the fuck she was going to zing me with next, but she kept her lips sealed. That didn't make me feel much better.

  Mancini

  "Cierra put it away. I thought I told you to take a nap?" I'd put her to bed almost an hour ago because if I didn't stay on top of her, she'd forget to rest and eat, always lost in her work. She had papers spread out all over the bed as she sat back against a mountain of pillows.

  I stood in the doorway and just watched her. Sometimes, like now, it hits me in the gut just how lucky I am to have found her, or more to the point the fact that she'd caught me. She's changed the landscape of my life completely and now to add icing to the cake, she's carrying my child.

  Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night just to look at her, to watch her sleep. As someone who never paid close attention to relationships before I'm still picking my way through this new terrain, but I have to say that nothing that came before has ever been as exciting, and that's saying a lot with the shit I get up to.

  As usual for her, when we're home alone like this, she wore nothing more than one of my white dress shirts and a pair of socks. It's become her uniform these days since her tummy got too big to fit into anything else comfortably. Or sometimes she'd stuff herself into a pair of my sweats. No matter what, I've never seen anything as sexy as her right now.

  Pregnancy has made her even more adorable, and I still find it hard to keep my hands off of her. I walked over and dropped down on the bed beside her and took the sheaf of papers from her hand. "Come!" I propped myself up beside her, ignoring her pout, and she scooted over under the arm I held up to make room for her.

  "What's this now? Didn't you already take leave?" I looked down at the letterhead on the papers she'd been reading. Fucking FEDs, they act like they can't spare her for a month or two. I know her asshole boss is just trying to get under my skin, but he just might be biting off more than he can chew. I have no problem fucking his shit up if he pushes me too far.

  We've come to a sort of understanding he and I, once he got over his snit when he had to remove my name from the most wanted list. Back then, he'd made threats against my wife to take her job. I wouldn't have minded her leaving, but that shit has to be on her terms, not some overpaid dick in a two-dollar suit who doesn't know his head from his ass.

  I went around him, way over his head, and got that shit straightened out once and for all. Only for her would I give up the cat and mouse game I'd been enjoying with them for years. Now the fucking law enforcement agencies of the world are trying to get on my good side, sending out feelers and shit. As if!

  "It's nothing, just this perp that's been on the most wanted list for the last ten years. No one's been able to ferret him out thus far, and the boss wants me to take a crack at it."

  "You're on leave, remember?" Looks like I'm gonna have to pay another visit to the local field office.

  Or maybe I should let mom have a go at them. She's very protective of her first grandchild; one word and she'd have their asses swinging. Worse yet if she gets her brother involved. Uncle Mallory likes fucking with the law even more than I do.

  "I know I'm on leave; I'm not really working, just looking over some stuff, I was bored. What were you doing? You promised to keep me company." Out came the pout again. I turned my head, and my eyes fell on the board
games she had piled up on the night table.

  For the past week or so since I browbeat her into putting in for maternal leave, we've been playing every damn game they had on offer in the kiddie store. She seemed to be under the assumption that if she had to take time off from work, so did I. Not that I'd have it any other way, but I know for a fact that her ass hasn't been sitting still.

  "I was just going over some stuff, nothing major." In actuality, I was doing a run on all the devices owned by one Royce Jr. I could probably hit up someone in that area to run him to ground, but this way was faster — besides, the less people who know about this shit, the better. I have a feeling that ole boy isn't long for this world.

  I've already fielded calls from Lyon and Creed, both wanting the heads up once I get a bead on him. I'm pretty sure Law doesn't know what the two of them are up to, and I'm not getting in the middle of their shit.

  I've suffered more headaches since getting tangled up with those boys than at any other time in my life. Especially Colton Lyon, this fucking guy. I'd have thought with my aversion to authority that I'd be butting heads with the SEALs and maybe even Creed since they've all done time in the military.

  But funnily enough I get along just fine with them; it's Lyon, the only other one of us who didn't see any action that gives me the most grief. I'm convinced the generals in the army have nothing on his ass. At least he's just as opposed to anything in authority as I am.

  As my mind played over this latest debacle of theirs, my hand found its way to the hard mound of my wife's tummy where my kid laid. I still get a kick out of the way my life has changed in a little more than a year. It feels like everything's been going on warp speed since she came into my life.

  From the first time, I took her to the wedding and now this. My seed growing in her tummy. "How's my little girl doing?" I rubbed her tummy and ignored her eye rolls.

  "You're a weird one; all the others want boys; you're the only one hoping for a girl."

  Her words reminded me of the goings-on among our friends in the last few months. Apparently, the women had made some kind of deal, and now they all had to be there for the other when she was giving birth. I don't have a problem dragging my ass all over the country for this, as long as she's happy.

  But the shit has damn near made me give up all hope for the male of the species. Every last one of them is scared shitless of their little princesses. I guess I can understand to some degree. Seeing the shit we see every day, it's no wonder, but their fear goes deeper than that than what their kids will face in this fucked up world.

  These fucks are bone-deep scared of female offspring, except Lyon, he's the only one who seems to have a handle on that shit, but then again, he's an old hand at it. "I know why you want a little girl, but let me just warn you, a child like Catalina only comes around about once every hundred years or so."

  She knows me so well! It's true, ever since I met that little one I've been fascinated. Maybe it's because of my own line of work that I see the potential where others may overlook it, but there's something extraordinary about that kid, something I'm very excited to watch grow and mature. She's already a source to be reckoned with, and she's barely out of pigtails.

  If my kid could have half her brains and guts, I'd be a happy man. "By the way, what did she want earlier? I didn't get to talk to her because I was heading to the bathroom to pee for the one-hundredth time for the day."

  I smiled at the memory of the call, that kid. "Nothing really, she just wanted to ask my advice about something." I'm glad my wife didn't push because I was under strict orders to keep that particular conversation strictly between Catalina and I.

  We have a lot of secrets come to think of it, her and I. I've become her confidante, the one out of all her aunts and uncles that she comes to when she's getting up to something that barely edges by the line of the law.

  If her dad knows what I have planned for her future, he'd skin me. But there's no way I can let a brain like hers fall into anyone else's hands. On the other hand, if I leave her to her own devices, all of Colt's fears may come to fruition. I'm pretty sure she already knows how to build explosives.

  Cierra put her hand on my chest and ran her fingers up and down playfully, bringing my mind back to the here and now. No wonder she wasn't digging her nose into my shit, she was horny. A constant state these days, the further along she gets in her pregnancy.

  "Something you wanted?" I teased her playfully as I slid down on the bed with her in my arms, pulling her carefully onto my chest. She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my lips up to hers. "Gimme!"

  CREED

  It's been hours since we've been waiting for Mancini to call, and I could tell that Colt was getting twitchy. We haven't been able to slip away to talk because Law's distrusting ass has had us in the crosshairs all afternoon.

  All the same from all the private phone calls Colt's been making, I'm guessing he's got something going. Law finally disappeared in his bedroom with his wife and kid, and that was my cue to make my escape.

  Lyon seemed to have the same idea because he snagged me as soon as the coast was clear. "You, nap time." My girl frowned at me but had the good sense to march her ass down the hallway to the guestroom where we were staying after I gave her a smooch.

  She's come into her own in the last year or so since we got hitched. Gone was the well-behaved young miss who barely spoke above a whisper, and in her place is my harridan. She runs circles around my ass day in and day out and my place has become her stomping ground, she runs my shit.

  Now that she has a crew of women to back her plays, my shit is even more fucked. But I'll never forget that it was these women who'd sounded the alarm when her aunt and that asshole were tormenting her. So as long as whatever they were up to didn't involve her getting hurt, I'm good.

  I waited to hear the door close and turned to see Lyon signaling me. He whispered some shit to his wife, who seemed to be joined to him at the hip before heading for the door.

  "I know that look, what you got?"

  "I have an idea. The whole idea is to keep Law in the clear when this shit goes down, right? I thought of calling in the SEALs, but they can't get here in time, so I'ma hit up my boy Travis. You remember him. He's Mancini's cousin…"

  "Yeah, yeah, I remember, the one whose dad put us on to Mancini."

  "That's him; he and I were cool before I even knew that spook fuck existed."

  "What's the plan?" I had to get him back on track because nothing derails him worst than Mancini.

  "So here's what I'm thinking. Since the sheriff has it in for our guy, he's not gonna take anyone around here's word for it if something goes down. So we need to be somewhere with lots of eyes on us. I'm thinking that diner in town. It might be a stretch to get everyone on board, but we'll think of something that won't tip Law off."

  "Sounds good so far, but we still don't know where this guy is. How long will it take your boy to get here?"

  "He should be heading out soon. I'm pretty sure we'll be hearing from Mancini any minute now, nosy fuck."

  "Why do you have such a hard-on for this guy?"

  "Because he's up to some shit with my kid, probably trying to recruit her for one of his fucked-up schemes."

  "Speaking of fucked-up schemes, I'm amazed at the way your mind works. We need to fine-tune this shit though, make sure there're no loose ends."

  "I'm way ahead of you there, brother. I just have to put a bug in Kat's ear and get the ball rolling. The only problem is Law's woman just gave birth, so she shouldn't be going anywhere, so we have to figure some shit out."

  We both got lost in thought under the hot afternoon sun, and it wasn't long before we were joined by his boys. It was obvious that they knew what he was up to because Jared jumped right in. "So it's only Law that needs to be seen, right?"

  "I'm thinking his whole crew, that way no one can speculate shit. What are you thinking?"

  "Instead of us going somewhere, why don't we have th
e sheriff come out here?"

  "The fuck…wait, wait, that's not a bad idea. Lemme think."

  Lyon paced back and forth before coming back to us. "We're gonna need Kyle or Travis with us on this."

  "Which Travis? I'm confused as fuck."

  "The one that's here, Creed, his cousin, you fuck."

  "Okay, we'll just call your boy Mallory from now on so as to avoid any confusion." He's one testy fuck.

  He disappeared inside the house and came back with both of them in tow. "Where's Law?" I looked behind them, not trusting that he wouldn't appear and put a wrench in the works. I totally understand his stance, wanting to take care of this guy himself.

  But after all the shit that had gone down in the last year, it was too messy. Colt is right, this isn't our backyard, and though we've been back and forth here a lot lately, no one's had us in their crosshairs. Not sure how long that's gonna last, though.

  "What's up, Lyon?" Kyle, who seems to have grown up a lot in the last year or so, asked, and Travis looked like he was ready for whatever. Colt explained what he wanted to do, and then we had another round of discussions.

  It took us half an hour to come up with a plan that would work and just in time, too, because Law came out the door and gave us one of his looks. "What are you lot doing now?"

  "Nothing, just shooting the breeze while we wait for Mancini's call."

  He didn't look like he believed me, and since I wasn't in the mood to go another round with him, I made my excuses and jetted. "I'ma go check on my woman." His eyes followed me all the way back to the house. Suspicious fuck!

  Mallory

  "Travis pullout!"

  "No fucking dice." I rocked my cock into her harder and grinned at the fury on her little face. All these years later, her pussy's still tight as fuck. "I think it's time we give the kids a sib."

  She tried pushing me off her with her hands on my chest and out of her snatch with her tight pussy muscles. A hand wrapped tight around her throat soon put a stop to that shit. I leaned in close and licked her lips before drawing her tongue out with mine.