Anarchist Season 2 Book 4

by Jordan Silver

  She wrapped her legs around my hips and pushed her pussy harder along my cock, no longer interested in me pulling out. I knew that would do it, little freak. I fucked her like it was the first time, hard and deep with a finger-tickling her puckered ass hole as my cock drilled into her and my tongue playing hide and go seek in her mouth.

  Our youngest just turned five, three boys and one little princess who's all her mother, and I'm already missing the sound of little feet running around the house. "Give me another child." Her pussy tightened up and juiced at my growled words, and I knew I had her.

  I removed the hand from around her neck and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her in closer against my chest as my cock deep stroked her sloppy wet pussy until I nutted. "That should do it!" She finally remembered her snit and slapped at my back, making me grin.

  "Behave, I need to drip off inside you, get the job done." I love fucking with her. I don't get the chance as much as I used to with her damn kids always in the way, thank fuck for grandparents. They nab them every other weekend, and now that school's out, I'd be lucky if I see them before school starts back. I'm not complaining. It gives me some sweet time with my wife.

  I was good to my word and waited until I'd given her the last drop before rolling off of her to drag her into my side. I could feel my heart knocking against my ribcage even as I listened to her harsh breath sawing in and out with mine.

  I'm still not quite sure how she does this shit to me. Four kids later, two of them already teenagers, and she still has me wrapped up tight. Before her, I would never have imagined I could be this domesticated. That I'd learn to be satisfied with just one snatch for the rest of my life. Now I can't even remember what anything I fucked before her felt like.

  Dad likes to tease that she'd tamed me, but I don't see it. Sure I spend more time with her and our kids, but I still get shit done when it's needed. Like this little run, I'm about to make for my boy Colt. Since he got tangled up with my cousin, he's always got some heavy shit going.

  It's weird how life is, how my cousin, who lives on the other side of the country, found his way into the life of one of the only men I respect other than my dad. Then again, it was my dad who got them together. Now from the looks of it, I'm about to get sucked in.

  "I gotta go do a thing." She put her head on my chest and made circles with her fingertip. She didn't ask any questions; she'd learned a long time ago that she didn't want to know.

  At least she trusts me enough to know that I'm on the right side of shit, and for her, that's enough. Not too many people in these parts who don't know my family and what the fuck we're up to.

  Since dad passed off most of the business to me, I've done my bit to take things down the right path, but every once in a while there's some asshole that needs to stop breathing.

  I usually give them more rope to hang themselves these days. Shit that used to set me off before don't really phase me these days, but every once in a while, an asshole that should never have been, comes into my backyard, and I do what I gotta do.

  I know and trust that Colt's the same way, so when he called, I didn't ask any questions, nothing more than who and where. And knowing that my cuz had a hand in it made that shit even more legit as far as I'm concerned.

  Hank is my blood, so I know how he rolls. He's been trying to get me involved in his shit here of late something I should've expected since we pretty much think alike, but he's too clean-cut for me. Even though he hates the law as much as I do, his shit's still borderline legal, where mine is all shades of fucking grey.

  "Will you be back tonight?"

  "Yeah, maybe late, but I'll get back to you." I never leave her home alone when the kids are gone; my woman hates being by herself. I kissed her hair and rolled out of her arms to stand next to the bed.

  "Don't leave this house while I'm gone, you need anything call, dad. I'm leaving a few of the guys behind to watch your ass, so none of your sneaky shit." She fluffed the pillow under her head and grinned up at me sleepily. Her ass still gets into shit if I'm not here to watch her.

  "Hurry back then. I think I'll invite the girls over for a little cookout in the backyard."

  "Sounds good, but tell them to leave their men at home." I don't like other dicks around my woman when I'm not here. I don't care if the fucks are married to her girls or not; I don't trust one fuck.

  Over the years, there've been more divorce and cheating scandals among her friends to make an R-rated soap opera, nope. "And don't smoke all my shit, at least leave me some this time." She laughed out loud and rolled around on the bed. Probably remembering the last time she and her girls got into my stash.

  Speaking of which I have to hit up old man Lyon soon. His shit is some of the best I've ever had. He and his granddaughter have been experimenting with the shit, and I've got to say they do shit with cannabis I don't think even the experts have thought of. I'm trying to talk him into letting me sell that shit since it's now legal, but he's dragging his feet. I'm not giving up that easily, though; we could make a mint with that shit.

  I headed into the shower, and she was fast asleep when I came back out. I leaned over and kissed her sleeping lips before heading for the door, pulling my phone on my way out.

  "Dad, I gotta make a run for Colt."

  "What now?"

  "Nothing to worry about, just one of his boys need a solid."

  "Hey, is your cousin still running around with those guys?"

  "You'd know the answer to that better than I."

  Old fuck still keeps his nose and hands in everybody's shit. Ever since he got cousin, Hank mixed up with Colt and his new friends; he's been worse than an old woman. I figure it's to jeep his ass outta the sling because if something went wrong, my aunt would have his balls for getting her son involved.

  "Where's my daughter?"

  "She's asleep, I'm leaving a few of the guys here to watch over her, but she knows to call you if she needs anything."

  "Okay, I'll be here, you watch your ass, I don't want to have to come out of retirement." He threatens that shit at least once a week.

  Law

  I'm not trusting this shit, one fuck! I looked around at the BBQ pits that were already smoking and the men and women who stood around my yard. I'm not sure even Dana-Sue, who was the one to come to me with the idea for the impromptu get together, knew what was really going on.

  After I'd caught Lyon and the others with their heads together this afternoon, I've been on high alert, but they weren't giving away anything, even Kyle, who I could usually threaten into telling me the truth.

  That boy had grown up way too fast in the last year or so, something I regret but understand. He's my little brother, the only one of my blood left after the massacre, but he's still a man. Now he has our cousin here to back his plays I can't keep a leash on either of their asses.

  I didn't suspect anything right away when Dana-Sue came to me with the idea, but as time went by, I started to get that feeling. Lyon's sneaky ass is up to something. I'm not sure what, though, since he'd turned my place into a damn circus with every man and woman on the ranch in attendance.

  The music was loud, the liquor was flowing, and the women looked happy. Supposedly it was to celebrate the birth of my son, but knowing how she likes to plan everything down to the last little detail, I'm not buying it.

  I kept my eye on all of them, but they weren't giving away shit, just business as usual as us men stood around in a circle shooting the shit. I was almost tempted to believe that I'd been wrong, that I was accusing my friends wrongfully, but there was just something in the air that I couldn't shake.

  If it were anyone else, I wouldn't worry. Normally if I tell someone to stay out of my shit, I'd have no worries about them leaving that shit alone, but even if Creed took a step back at my say-so, Lyon's a whole other ballgame.

  I didn't find it strange when almost two hours into the festivities some of the guys started shooting up in the air, that's a big thing around these parts. The
babies had already been bedded down at my place since it's the closest, both Lily and Lawton Jr. And since there were no kids around, things were starting to get lively.

  I tried picking up shit from the women, but they were acting too relaxed… wait, Kat. I clocked her clocking her man. I can always tell when Lyon's up to some shit; she's his tell. If she weren't here, she'd be on the phone calling me if he were up to something, but she's right here in my line of sight, and she's definitely jumpy about something.

  I grinned, and he caught it. "The fuck are you grinning at Law?" I could understand his confusion since we were in the middle of discussing the asshole hate brigade and how we were gonna get rid of them once and for all.

  "What're you up to, Lyon?" He followed my line of vision and looked from his wife back to me. He's so fucking smart he got it without me having to explain, just one look at her and he knew what I saw. He gritted his teeth, and I laughed out loud about to dig into him before I saw the flashing lights over the wall.

  "What the fuck? Chaz, I think we have company." I only had to pull up the security camera on my phone to see the asshole sheriff and one other squad car pulling up to my place. I was tempted to leave his ass out there, but that dumb fuck would stay there all night until I answer him.

  "Open it, Chaz!" He opened the double steel gates as I walked forward. I'll open the gate, but that fuck wasn't coming inside, he could stand out there and say whatever the fuck he has to say. I felt the others at my back as the hump climbed out of the car and walked towards me.

  "Didn't I tell you to stay away from my place? What do you want?" I kept my arms folded to prevent myself from going after his neck. Every time I see him, it all comes rushing back, the slaughter of my family, the fact that he did nothing, and probably played a more significant part than just standing back and letting it happen, the hate I feel for him and all involved.

  He had that stupid look on his face he always wears when the thinks he's got me. I wonder what the lying fuck is up to this time. He can't be here because I went looking for Junior the night before, how the fuck would he know? And besides, it's not a crime.

  He tugged on his pants in a vain attempt to get it up over his protruding gut as he waddled his ass over to me. All it took was me spreading my legs in a defensive stance to kill his bluster. He stopped a good few feet in front of me and started his blubbering shit.

  "Whatever dialect that is you're speaking, I don't understand." Scared fuck! "I keep telling you I don't speak little bitch asshole." If he could shoot me, I'd be dead. Lyon and the others weren't making things any better with their laughing shit. I looked back at them with a half-ass glare, barely restraining my own laughter.

  "I said we received a complaint about a disturbance out here at the ranch."

  "What kind of disturbance? There isn't another house within miles of my place."

  "Well that's just it, someone saw and heard fireworks coming from over here. As you know, fireworks and such are illegal in these parts."

  He made some kind of grunting sound in his throat, like a greedy fuck at his meal, his squinty eyes rolling from side to side like the rat that he is. It took me a minute to figure out what the fuck the idiot was talking about.

  "Those were gunshots asshole. Fireworks might be illegal, but my Glock ain't." I purposely pulled my piece from its place in my back and waved it in his face. He took a step forward, and I moved into his path, blocking him.

  "Get the fuck gone. You have a warrant?" His ass blustered and pontificated, but he knew I had him. "You see those." I pointed to the security cameras that were all over my place. "Those are on twenty-four-seven. If they were fireworks here, it'd be on there." I knew he'd come up with that just cause bullshit as a way to get into my place, but that wasn't about to happen.

  He opened his mouth to spew more bullshit, but just then, the phone on his hip rang, and he barked into it, pissed all to fuck at the interruption. I was left wondering who the fuck could've called him with that shit.

  "Who is this?"

  "This is Mr. Daniel's lawyer, do you have a warrant to enter his premises?"

  "What?"

  "Do…you…have…a…warrant?"

  "Well, no, but."

  "Then, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave and come back with one."

  "I didn't catch your name."

  "The name Mancini."

  Whoever was on the phone hung up, and he turned his furious gaze back to me before turning and stomping away in a huff.

  "What the fuck was that about?" Somehow I wasn't trusting Lyon and Creed's disinterested shrugs, but I didn't have time to ponder because my phone rang next.

  "Mancini, what's up?"

  "Nothing much, just making sure the sheriff's gone."

  "How did you…?" He laughed and hung up, and I looked around half expecting him to slither out of the dark. My eyes fell on Lyon and Creed, and I started to get a very prickly sensation on the back of my neck.

  "Okay, what gives? How did Mancini know the sheriff was here?"

  "The fuck should we know? Kat, bring me another one of your special burgers." He walked off to go to his wife, leaving me guessing at just what the hell was going on.

  Mancini had called earlier with the news that it was taking him longer than expected to smoke Junior out. Kyle, Travis, Lyon, and Creed have been acting shifty-shady since this afternoon, and now this.

  "Fuck!" How could I be this stupid? Mancini found the Fox in the desert a few thousand miles away, how is it that he can't find one spineless asshole stateside? Shit!

  "Lyon, what did you do?"

  He had his burger halfway to his mouth when I asked, and just then his phone rang. He didn't say anything more than hello before he smiled and hung up again."

  LYON

  That was perfect fucking timing. Now there's no question of the asshole sheriff coming at my boy for this shit. I'm pretty sure he won't be heading back this way anytime soon since his hands were about to be full. The only thing left to do now was tell Law and get the hell back home.

  I walked over to Creed, who looked like he was holding his very pregnant wife up while she chowed down on some grub.

  "Creed, a minute." He kissed his wife's cheek and followed me out of earshot. I could still feel Law's eyes following me and knew we didn't have much time before he started piecing shit together.

  "It's done!" I saw Travis and Kyle watching us and just nodded to let them know the deed was done. It wasn't hard to see the look of relief that crossed their faces; they'd been worried too about Law getting snagged behind this shit. Their looks untied some of the knots in my gut.

  As a man, I don't like others sticking their noses in my shit, and I imagine Law will feel pretty much the same, but this time, I had no choice. I can't let him walk into a trap of his own making because he's not thinking straight. The anger and hate he feels I understand, and the need to end the enemy with his own hands is just my game.

  But this time he's too wide open. Too much has happened, and there are way too many eyes on him this time. When I went into the Arizona desert the first time, no one knew my connection to Kat and the case that lead me there.

  Even when I ended his parents years later, no one knew of my connection, except for the political relative who wouldn't dare say shit because then he'd have to explain why the fuck he thought I'd offed his family. But Law's case was different, so I had no choice but to step in.

  The plan had been simple. An anonymous call to the sheriff with the lie that there were fireworks going off at the Daniels' ranch was more than enough to bring the asshole who was looking for any excuse running.

  The only thing that had been a bit iffy was the timing, and from the call Mallory just made, it seems we'd played it just right. I'll get the details from Mallory later, but for now, it was enough to know that Junior was no more. Knowing my boy, it was either very clean or very bloody. I'm hoping for the latter since he'd dropped the body off at the station for the sheriff to find on his return.


  That's all there was to it. Mallory was to run our prey to ground, finish him and drop him off all in the time it would take the sheriff to get out here and back. That had been the hardest part, getting Junior close enough to town to do the deed.

  But a beneficial phone call promising to help him with his quest to get rid of Law had drawn him out of his hole where Mancini had found him earlier. At this moment, Mallory was already on his way out of town with the two men his dad insists must shadow him at all times, with no one the wiser.

  "Who's going to tell him?" Creed's question brought me out of my reverie.

  "You scared?" I walked off and headed back to Law to face the music. No telling how he's going to react, but hopefully, after he's had some time to give it some thought, he'd realize that this was for the best.

  He stood with his arms folded and legs braced apart the look on his face like he was ready for a showdown. I held up my hand for Creed to stop and made a detour to Dana-Sue. I whispered an order in her ear, and she didn't even ask me any questions, just walked over to her husband and placed the newly awakened baby in his arms — instant change.

  His stance was much more relaxed, and he no longer had the look of death and destruction on his face. She walked back to her girls, and I continued over to his side with Creed in tow. "Good call Lyon, that boy looks mean as hell." He spoke out the side of his mouth.

  "Who you telling?" We both stopped in front of him, and he looked from one to the other. I'd told his brother and cousin to stay out of the line of fire until I diffused the situation, but who knows how long that shit would take.

  "Okay, Colt, what did you do that you had to have my wife bring my kid as a buffer?" He sniffed the baby's hair, a tiger bearded in his own den. I'm good!

  "Your boy is no more."