Anarchist: (An MC Serial Novel) Book 2 (2 page)

I was making a quick stop to take care of something that needed tending to today, but was put off because of the whole Dana situation.

Only thing is now with things going in this new direction, it was even more imperative that I deal with it now.

I didn’t have to rush to do anything about Dana’s situation now since I had what I needed, so now I could take a minute to deal with my own shit.

Sam like I said is a relatively new member, he’d prospected for a good year and a half before moving up, and now he was a full member.

He was a nice enough kid, but he had one flaw that was about to land his ass in a whole heap of trouble.

I’d let things slide for too long, because I was trying to give the kid a break; but a man’s gotta be a fucking man, otherwise shit happens.

Sam had taken up with one of the sheep and it was getting serious. To each his own, if he wants to plow a field that had been trampled by other men, that was his business.

She’s a nice enough girl I guess, if just a little high strung. I don’t do high- strung.

I stay out of her way as much as possible because she tends to be bossy and I tend to not give a fuck. So to avoid petty bullshit drama, I avoid too much contact with her.

Plus the fact that I fucked her sister once in a drunken stupor and the two of them seem to think that gives them special license. I hate that shit, as if I’m ruled by my dick or some fuck.

The sister’s been trying to get me to fuck her sober, but she doesn’t know I’d rather scald my dick with liquid nitrogen than get anywhere near her over used cunt again.

I haven’t drunk to excess since that night, too much fuck can go wrong when you do that shit. I’m not into indiscriminate sex, though I have been known to bed a few women in my time.

The night I’d gotten drunk and bedded the camp slut was the anniversary of my family’s death. For some reason I hated her even more for making me soil their memory between her legs.

It was fucked up thinking but I haven’t been thinking straight since I got the news in a foreign land that my life had been fucked six ways from Sunday.

No time to think about that shit right now. If there was one thing I’d learned and learned well in the army, it was strategy. A general must always be thinking on his feet.

No situation must ever appear to catch him off guard even if he’d been caught with his pants around his ankles and his dick in his hand.

I knew that if I was going to do what my mind was telling me, I needed to take care of some shit on my end first, and there wasn’t much time to waste.

Out of respect for Sam I’d already had a little talk with him about what might be coming. He’d been a little bummed but he wanted the club more than he wanted her, so there goes that.

“Hey Sheila where’s your boy?” She was in the kitchen when I walked in, her face sour.

“He went over to the clubhouse, you know I could use some help around here sometimes too ya know.

I need the leak fixed in the bathroom sink and I have to go into town; but instead you’ve got him practically babysitting some teenage runaway...”

“Oh I see; we have a conflict of interest here. You seem to have a problem with the way I do things and I seem not to give a fuck about what you think.

Well, since this is my place and I own every fucking thing on it, you’ll have to get the fuck out, since I don’t plan on sharing my position with you.”

Her mouth dropped open in shock but I wasn’t done. “You have two hours to get your shit together and be gone, and do me a favor, don’t bother coming back.” I left her there to think about what the fuck she’d done to herself.

She had been taken in along with her sister because they’d had nowhere else to go. A family home rife with violence and living way below the poverty level hadn’t given them too many prospects for a happy future.

The guys had gone to their rescue one night when their old man had been beating the hell out of them and had thrown their shit out on the street.

They had been fine for the first couple of weeks or so, but then they started showing their asses.

The sister, Luanne was a slut, plain and simple. I’m not sure if she’d been one before she came here, or if she had read somewhere that women who attached themselves to an MC had to be that way.

Whatever the case, she’d made herself into a sheep and seemed to like that shit, so who was I to tell her different. She was over twenty-one.

Then came the night that I’d drank too much, because memories of my parents and my baby sister and what had been done to them had been riding me hard.

I don’t really remember much of what happened that night, I just remember waking up with her all over me on the pool table in the game room and my dick out of my pants.

I’d taken my ass to the doctor first thing and hadn’t gone near her since, no matter how much she tried to get me to fuck.

I’m not a biker; I ride a bike. I’m not a leader of an MC, but fuck if I don’t have a team of men under me asking me what moves to make and when.

I’m just an ex soldier who’s looking for vengeance for the blood of his kin, all this other shit just got thrown at me.

I wondered if I should get rid of the sister as well while I was at it, but I knew I would be blaming her for my own mistake if I did that, because she hadn’t done anything to deserve banishment. Still...

I gave myself a few minutes to get my thoughts together. My life didn’t look anything like I’d expected it to. I thought for sure by now I would be married with a kid or two under my belt.

A family that followed me around the world while I did what I loved, defending my country.

Instead I was living like an almost outlaw with vengeance as my only bed partner and hate my constant companion.

I saw her face in my mind, Dana’s, and my heart twisted at what this was going to do to her.

It was good that I still had a bit of the man my mother had raised in there, but it wasn’t going to make a difference.

I’m still going to do whatever I have to do, even if it means using a young innocent to get to my enemy.

It was time to go back and deal with Dana, but first I had one last thing to take care of. I pulled my phone again and made the call that would set things in motion. “Clay, get Brandon and Kyle and meet me in the clubhouse in five.”

I headed back to the house in search of her and was surprised to find her in the kitchen cooking.

“I hope you don’t mind, I cook when I’m nervous it relaxes me.”

“No problem.” I was sure what I was about to do would either scare the fuck out of her or make her knee me in the balls.

“I’m going to ask you this outright this once so think hard before you answer. Do you want to marry Royce Davis?”

“No.” She started that shaking shit again and I glared at her ass until she stopped.

“Your mother is leaving, but you’re staying.” I figured telling her that would ease her mind and stop that shaking shit, I don’t know why but it bothered me.

“Why is she leaving, she can’t want to go back there, you can’t send her back, how can you...” she actually moved towards me in anger.

“Dana, don’t ever ask me my business again or try to tell me what the fuck I can or cannot do, that shit pisses me the fuck off.”

I was more pissed off than her little slip warranted, and I could see the confusion in her eyes, but I wasn’t about to give her any satisfaction.

She’d brought this shit to me, and now I was contemplating doing something that could fuck up my life but good, so she could fucking deal.

I can’t seem to catch a fucking break no matter how I cut it.

“I’ll be back, finish your cooking but don’t leave this house for any reason. Anyone comes to that door you don’t open it I don’t care who it is. And don’t go near it or the windows. You think you can do that for me until I get back?”

“Yes, but what’s going to happen to my mother?” I didn’t answer her, just walked out the door. Seems everybody was having trouble with their hearing today or some fuck.

Sam caught up to me halfway to the clubhouse. “You told Sheila to get out?”

“You have a problem with that you can join her.” The next person that pisses me off is gonna land on their ass.

In the space of a few hours three separate people have questioned me. I was either losing my edge, or I’d fallen down the fucking rabbit hole.

“No sir, no problem. Thank you.” He looked around after saying that like he expected her crazy ass to jump out at him.

“Don’t mention it, next time don’t let your dick do the thinking for you, if you do, I won’t be there to pick up the pieces for you, I hate that shit.”

“Sorry boss, I won’t do it again.”

“Yeah you will; cause you’re young and stupid and right now, pussy is king. Go make sure they know at the gate that she’s supposed to be gone.” He ran off to see to it, dumb fuck.

Most of the guys here are young. They had no prospects in town, since Royce bought up and owned just about everything there was to own there, and he only hired people who were loyal to him.

Some people had scruples and weren’t interested in working for a murdering asshole, so those people either had to leave their homes and move away to find work, or starve.

When I’d started my little campaign, I’d opened the ranch to any who needed the work. That was before I became the unofficial head of a wayward group of misfits.

The funny thing was, it turned out that I need them just as much as they need me. Sure dad had taught me about the running of the place, but there were men here who actually knew what the fuck they were doing.

I had the ranch up and running when I thought for sure it might go under. There was money to pay my people because dad had been a shrewd businessman.

There was one last thing that I had to see to, something that could mean even more money coming in. I’d found the notes in dad’s papers not too long ago.

They had finally given me some insight into why a man like Royce Davis might want my family’s land when he had so much of his own.

Especially so far out here, away from everything. Sure it could’ve been to build a shopping mall and homes like some of the whispers had implied, but the notes told a different story, a more plausible one.

And if I pulled it off, it would crush Royce Davis once and for all. All I needed was the right time and I’d get that shit started.

I found my boys waiting for me. There were a few more people here in the clubhouse now than there had been earlier, because the place was waking up.

“Chaz and Ty call back yet?” I walked over to the bar area to get some coffee. I hadn’t had time to eat shit this morning and my stomach was starting to protest.

“Yeah, he’s been looked after, it’s just a concussion and a few broken bones. They wanted to keep him but the boys are on their way back with him, they had to sneak him out.”

“Did they use their real names?”

“Of course not they’re not stupid; they faked it and paid cash for the medicine.”

“Fine, tell them to bring him back here and chain his ass in the old outhouse until he wakes up. Where’s the friend?”

“He’s being detained like you said.”

“Good.”

I didn’t want anyone overhearing what I had to say so we headed back to the meeting room and put up the shields.

“Royce bought her.” No sense in beating around the bush, that’s not how I deal with my guys, at least not the three that were in this room with me.

“What do you mean bought her exactly?” Clay sat forward on his seat and cracked his knuckles, his face set in lines of anger. It’s good to see they could keep a cool head.

“Just what I said, apparently he saw her when she was twelve and decided he wanted her. At least we ought to be thankful the evil fuck waited until she was eighteen.”

I filled them in on what I knew so far.

“But here’s the thing, they’re supposed to be getting married tomorrow.”

“You said supposed...” Kyle had the beginnings of a smile on his face, my baby brother knows me so well.

“Yes, because she’s not marrying him. So we have to figure out what the fuck we’re going to do, because we all know he’s not gonna just give her up that easily, not after spending all that money to have her refined or whatever the fuck the freak was up to.”

“We put double the men on the wall and called in the others for the day. There’re still a few of our people out there working, but they’ve all got the call so they should be here before the sun goes down. We all know Royce isn’t going to do anything in the daylight.”

“That’s true Brand, but how long are we going to do that for? No we have to take the fight to him, make first strike.”

“Okay bro, I’m with you whatever you want to do, just say the word.”

“I’ll get back to you on that, right now I have to go tell a young girl that her life is fucked.” Not that it hadn’t been before now. From the moment she came under Royce’s radar, life, as she knew it, was fucked.

I left them after filling them in on some other shit that had nothing to do with Ms. Dana and her fuckery.

Kyle ran to catch up with me, “Travis is coming home.” I stopped moving and looked at him. Finally, some good fucking news for a change.

“When?” Travis was our cousin. He used to spend the summers with us when we were all kids, and had lived with us here up until the summer before the murders when he’d gone off to college.

After college he’d gone away for a year to work for some company that was supposed to help him get a leg up and now he was coming home.

“He should be here any day now, he tried calling you but you never answer your damn phone.”

“Why don’t you go bitch at your wife bro, I’ve got shit to do.”

“Yeah about that, what do you plan on doing? I know you’re not gonna give her to him, so what else is there? I mean we can hide her out here for a while I guess, but how long’s that gonna last? This is no place for a girl like her...”

“Melissa seems to do fine enough.”

“Yeah but Mel grew up around us, she knows the deal and she loves me.”

“Yeah well don’t worry about it, when I make up my mind you’ll be the first to know.” The little fucker gave me that look like he knew some fuck I didn’t.

By the time I made it back to the house I’d been stopped by three more people who needed shit done.

She was bending over taking something from the oven that smelt like heaven, but it was the sight of her ass that made my cock jump. I need this fuck.

“You just about done in here?”

“Ahhh.” She jumped and dropped the pan of cookies on top of the stove. “Lawton you scared me half to death.”

It was the first time she’d said my name and it did something to the nerves in my gut. I felt like an ass standing there wanting to ask her to say my name again in her sweet voice. I’m a fucking romance novel.

“Sorry, are you done? You need to go say bye to your mother.” That made her sad and she gave me the pouty face sad eyes look as she removed her apron and turned down the oven.

“I know you said not to ask you about your...”

“So don’t.”

She actually glared at me and huffed. Shit, she was one of those.

“As I was saying, I don’t see why mom can’t just stay here with me.”

“I don’t like people I can’t trust that close to me.” She wasn’t too happy with my words, but she didn’t say anything more as we walked over to the cottage.

Her mother, as I expected was waiting with her shit already at the door.

“Mom?” she rushed over to the older woman and they embraced.

“I’m sorry Dana Sue, but I’ve been living with your father for too long. I can’t just up and leave, much as I would wish to. I know this young man don’t understand, but Carl’s been my husband since I was your age. It’s the only life I know, I can’t just...”

“But he hit you mama, and look at what he did to me, how can you think of going back there?”

At least she had a little fire in her, which was a relief. If I was going to have to abide her for any length of time it was good to know she wasn’t going to be a pain in the ass simpering twit.

The two of them played a little game of back and forth until I put an end to it.

“Listen, I have to make some preparations around here to deal with your shit. I don’t want her here when I start putting my shit into play so you’re gonna have to get your goodbye out of the way now.

I’ll take this shit out to your truck.” I grabbed the bags she’d brought with her and headed out the door.

By the time I came back they were both in tears and I had to practically drag Dana out of her mother’s arms.

“Promise me you’ll take care of her.”

“I don’t make promises.” Fuck does she care? She was going to sell her to Royce fucking Davis. My border collie would take better care of her than that fuck.

“Did you have to be so rude?”

“That sounds a fuck of a lot like you telling me what to do Ms. Dana. Now get back to the house, I’ll be there soon.” She gave her mother one last look before heading back.

I ordered two of the men to follow the mother part of the way and headed back to the house to deal with a sulking female, whose life I was about to turn upside down. Fuck! She was doing it to me too so I guess we’re even.

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