Anarchist Season 2 Book 4

by Jordan Silver

  "What do you mean?"

  "We took care of that thing for you." He glared at Creed and me with murder in his eyes.

  "Lyon, I told you…"

  "Listen you hardheaded son of a bitch; if you did him, there's no doubt the law was going to look at you for it. You're already on the hook for his old man, the asshole law is stupid, but they're not that dumb to fall for the same shit twice."

  I gave him some food for thought and waited for it to settle in. "And the sheriff coming out here?" Ah, he was finally catching on.

  "That was part of the setup. We had Mancini lie and tell you he didn't find your guy, but in fact, I got the location and passed it on to my boy."

  He looked around at my crew, who were off to the side talking to Clay and Brandon.

  "Your boy, since your crew's all here, I'm guessing you mean Travis." I didn't answer one way or the other, the fuck; I'm no stooge. If shit goes south, I'll take the hit.

  "I still don't understand what that has to do with the asshole sheriff showing up at my place."

  "We got someone to call in a complaint to get him out here, knowing how much of a hard-on he has for you it was an easy guess, that he'd take the bait. We needed him to have eyes on you while the deed was being done so that there's no way he could pin this shit on you or your boys."

  "He could still blame me for it…"

  "No, he can't because the body will be waiting for him when he gets back to the station. Unless you can be in two places at once, it's impossible for you to have had anything to do with it. He saw all your boys here as well, so that takes care of that."

  "Who called him off when he was here before?"

  "That was Mancini, your lawyer." He didn't look too pleased as he glared at us before turning and walking away. I slapped Creed on the shoulder and went in search of my wife. It's time to head out before I get back home to who knows what the fuck.

  Mengele's ass will be up to her shit if we leave her alone much longer since her grandparents' idea of reining her in is to let her do whatever the fuck. Anything to keep her happy and not blowing up some shit, or trying to slow poison someone's ass. My fucking kid!

  Kat

  Hah, Colton Lyon thinks he's slick, but he forgot that I know him very well. I didn't spend the last eighteen years with him not to learn a thing or two. I knew when he sidled up to me this afternoon and sweet-talked me into throwing this impromptu barbecue that there was something more behind it.

  I didn't ask too many questions, though, because I was sure that whatever he was up to had to do with our friends, so I'd warned the girls to be on the lookout and just go with the flow.

  The sheriff showing up here was unexpected, though, but apparently, that was part of Colt's plan whatever it was. "Look!" I pointed out Law walking away with the baby after the little talk he'd just had with Colt and Creed.

  "Whatever it is has been taken care of. Now we can breathe easy."

  "If you hadn't warned us in advance, I would've died of fright when your man came over and told me to take the baby to Law."

  Dana-Sue actually shivered as she looked in the direction of our men. I've told them a million times that his bark is worse than his bite, but they still fear him. From his relaxed pose, I was able to release the breath I'd been holding all evening as well.

  I might know that he's up to something, but I still never know exactly what that something is. With my new network of friends, though, things have been getting easier to figure out. The men have no idea, but our weekly, sometimes daily talks are all about piecing together whatever the men are up to.

  I've taught my girls how to use pillow talk to filch out information, and then we put it all together and come up with a picture. I know they're dealing with some heavy stuff, and ever since the day Catalina was taken, Colt's been on the warpath, so I know he's not even close to being done with that whole thing yet.

  Me, my only worry these days since my husband keeps me pretty much insulated from stuff is Caitlin. My poor girl has studied her butt off so she could go away to school a year early and be with Todd, but Colt isn't having it.

  I've learned not to butt heads with him unless it's really important, but if seeing my little girl all broken-hearted doesn't call for action, I don't know what does. I'll wait until we get back home to tackle him again. You'd think the trip back home while he's trapped in the truck with me would be the perfect time, but that only works with normal people. And normal, he ain't!

  LAW

  Fucking Colt! I should've known he wouldn't leave well enough alone. Funnily enough, I'm not as pissed as I thought I'd be, but still. I have to give it to him though his strategy skill is on point. He orchestrated this shit right under my nose without me getting so much as a whiff.

  I'm pretty sure my brother and cousin had a hand in it, maybe even Clay and Brand. Not sure what my wife has to do with it, but she seems to know something the way she brought my son over to me just in the nick of time.

  The asshole sheriff must be shitting bricks right about now, and the more I think about it, the more I see Lyon's point. Had I been the one to take Junior out, I would indeed have a lot of explaining to do. I'd barely gotten away with doing his dad, and though it feels like forever ago, not much time had really passed since then.

  This way, the sheriff couldn't legally point any fingers in my direction, seeing as how he himself had been standing in my damn face at about the time that fuck was getting done. I hope whoever took care of him worked his ass over but good before putting one in him.

  My son fretted in my arms, bringing my mind and thoughts back to him, and I felt the weight lift from my shoulders. It was over; it was really over. The ones responsible for the murder of my family were no longer of this world.

  I know the sheriff had a part to play, but he wasn't the one who put hands on my family. And Mancini seems to have some ideas on how to deal with him, which I can't wait to hear. As light as I felt, it was still a bit strange not to have the vendetta hanging over my head.

  I've lived with it for so long now that it's almost commonplace, a part of me. It's been quite some time since I've awakened without that shit on my mind. Now he's gone, just like that, and I can't remember what I'd been doing before I set out on this course.

  No way am I going back into this man's army, not after all the shit I've learned in the last few months since dealing with the SEALs and their little problem. Then again, the way these boys operate, I'm going to be knee-deep in shit for the next little while.

  I took a moment to say a few words to my dad, something I still do even though he's gone, before heading back outside with my son. It was a celebration for him, after all.

  MANCINI

  I hung up the phone and sat back in my chair. After learning that the senator had a secret child now living on Law's ranch, I'd got to work trying to find the best way to handle the situation as I'd promised him. But this latest development, the thing I'd just learned changes things.

  Shit, this might make things a little harder for Law than I thought, and the shit hadn't been easy, to begin with. There isn't much I can do about the situation, so I might as well tell him right away and see what we can come up with.

  Cierra had been on the phone not too long ago with the women on the ranch and the SEALs women as well, with all the whispering and shit who knows what the hell they're up to now. She'd got off the phone as soon as I walked into the room and distracted me with sex.

  I played around with a few ideas in my head before picking up the phone again. There's no time like the present to get shit done. He picked up on the second ring. I didn't hear music in the background this time, so I assumed the party was over.

  "Law, we've got a problem."

  "What's that you and Lyon's little escapade had a screw-up?"

  "No, not that, it's about the senator."

  "What about him?"

  "I just got word that he's decided to throw his hat in the ring."

  "The fuck, what hat what r
ing?"

  "He's decided to go after the highest seat in the land; he's running for president."

  "I need this shit!"