Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
The sheriff was the least of my worries, in another day or so I’ll start on my campaign against him.
But if what I was looking at is what I thought, then there was going to be even more fucking trouble.
I headed off to Brand’s room with a splitting fucking headache. I knocked and entered before he could answer.
“Damn bro cover that shit.” Clay the ass dropped down on the bed beside Brand and pulled up the covers.
“What the fuck do you clowns want, is the asshole sheriff here?”
“No, but we’ve got trouble.”
“What did you freaks do now?”
“Not us, you. Who did you have in here last night?”
“Excuse me Law?”
“Who was she Brand this is serious?”
“Her name is Illyana, and speaking of which, where the fuck is she?”
“She just left, say Brand, do you know old Hayden Scott?”
“Why the fuck would I wanna know that racist fuck?”
“Because you just fucked his granddaughter.” That got his attention.
“Fuck me, are you sure?” he sat up with all traces of sleep gone.
“Yep, now you wanna tell me what the fuck that was about?”
“I knew there had to be an angle. There was blood on my sheets that says she was cherry, but that girl knew things grown women only dream about.
I should’ve known some fuck was wrong when I saw the tattoo in her back.”
“Of what?”
“The union jack held up by an American eagle.”
“And you still fucked her what the fuck is wrong with you? Clay was having a grand old time.
“By then I’d already fucked the hair follicles off her pussy so what was the point?”
“Fuck, what the fuck is she up to?”
“Fuck if I know.”
“At least tell me you suited up.”
“Sorry to disappoint bro, first time in my life I didn’t.”
“I don’t like this shit one fucking bit. What the fuck is wrong with the women around here lately anyway?”
“I don’t know, but I do know I’m gonna see that one again.”
“Brandon, are you fucking crazy? Are you fucks trying to make me nuts? In nine months when there’s a little mulatto running around we’ll have another fucking shit storm on our hands.”
“Well fuck!”
The End
Anarchist Book 5
By
Jordan Silver
Chapter 1
“You want me to do what? Get off of me.” I heard the screeching from my office in the back of the club.
Sounded like that damn annoying female; she’s the only pain in the ass I know that could make that racket.
The only peace I’ve gotten in the last week and a half or so is when I was hiding out in my office. I’d thought that with Royce out of the way all of my troubles would be over, but I hadn’t counted on her.
We shared the same house every night, but for some reason, I never gave it much thought until that first night after the attack.
After the party that I’d expressly forbade her to have was over, we’d walked over together.
She found it necessary to wrap my arm around her shoulders without my permission and when I tried to pull away she sulked until she got her way.
Then she got all pissy when I wouldn’t share any of the night’s details with her and I had to listen to a lecture on how a husband and wife were supposed to share everything.
She didn’t take too kindly to me pointing out that she wouldn’t know fuck all about what a husband and wife were supposed to do, because her only examples were her fucked up parents.
I think that’s when I got my first look at the real Dana Sue. She sure could do annoyed like a pro. Too bad for her I don’t give into female whims. She’d get over it.
After that night she seemed to have forgiven me, because the next day I woke up to breakfast and a smile. Like I trusted that shit.
After that I tried to avoid her as much as possible, but if she missed me during the day, there was no escaping her at night.
No matter what time I made it home, she was waiting up for me, and she always had a fuck of a lot to say.
Thankfully I had a lot on my plate and it kept me occupied. The sheriff was gearing up to come after me, but he was afraid of showing his hand too soon, he had no idea what my next move was going to be.
Travis was frothing at the mouth because Junior was still MIA, and then we had the whole Brandon fiasco that was just waiting to explode in our faces. I had no doubt there was going to be backlash from that, but it was early days yet.
My job now was securing things, making sure there was no fall out from the hit. I’d covered my tracks as well as possible, though I’m pretty sure most people knew what had happened the second they heard the news.