Anarchist Season 2 book 2

by Jordan Silver

  “You got lead on this one since you called the play. But Colt, try to…” He just walked away before I could finish. He and Tyler met and went off together in the dark headed for the top of the hill where the hate brigade lived.

  Lo and I headed into the trees. The plan was to pick off the fuckers who got away as Lyon and his team smoked them out. We branched off in different directions ducking behind trees to stay hidden. Once we were in position Lo gave the signal. A call pretty much like my own that only someone who was part of our teams would know.

  Shit jumped off right away. There were shots and screaming, men running all over the place. I wanted the grandfather for my boy Brandon but shit was too crazy for me to get a bead on him. We worked in tandem the way we always did even with a renegade in our midst.

  By the time the dust settled the mountain was littered with bodies. I waited for my boys to come back. Creed was the last one to come out. “You done?” I asked as he entered the clearing. He nodded and kept moving down the mountain. I counted heads and made sure we were all out. “Torch it.” I gave the order. If anything was left up there it would be ash by morning. The hate brigade would have to find a new hideout, hopefully somewhere far the fuck away from me.

  The grandfather was still alive, I could hear him making noise about calling the sheriff until Jake whispered something in his ear. That shit shut him the fuck up quick and I walked over and grabbed his stupid ass by the neck.

  “You fucked up old man.” I passed his ass off to my boys and we headed for home. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with him and the others we’d caught, but whatever they knew we’d know soon enough even if I had to cut his dick off to get what I wanted.

  It was late by the time we made it back to the ranch and the men were tired. “It was a good raid.” We were all gathered in the yard after I’d sent the prisoners off with my guys to be held until I decided to deal with them.

  “Yeah it was brother but we’ve only just got started.” Creed was right this shit had morphed into something huge.

  “What now? I have to get home to my woman.” Lyon was the first to break the silence.

  “Well, we still have a shitload of work to do on our end. Stockton I’m guessing wasn’t a font of information?” Lo looked at Ty and Lyon, neither of which was looking too guilty.

  “And this shit is in Georgia you say? I guess I could pack up the wife and kids for a little road trip. Just a heads-up, I’m giving you all one week to come up with some kinda plan or I’m heading to the desert. Law give these boys my number, I gotta go.” He walked away with his boys and the Travis dude like he hadn’t just done whatever the fuck it was that I was pretty sure he’d done.

  “Would he really go after the Porters?” Logan asked me, and Creed as we watched Lyon and his crew head out in the dead of night.

  “He’s already halfway there brother. If we don’t want him to handle this shit his way we’d better get the fuck on our game and quick. We still got those kids to find.” Creed said pretty much what I was thinking. Fucking Lyon.

  Cord, who was the only one not to join us on the raid, joined us now. Apparently he had stayed back to keep watch over the women, for which I was grateful. It was going to be a long time before I felt comfortable leaving her alone unless I had eyes on her. I felt violated and exposed. Someone in our government had fucked us.

  “You get anything out of him?” He asked his brothers in arms, who pretty much shook their heads no. He was asking about Stockton who was the only lead we’d had that could tell us anything about the operation we’d stumbled on. According to Lyon and Ty, he hadn’t given them anything we hadn’t already pieced together ourselves before one or the other of them had ended him.

  “Then we’ve got work.” He turned and headed back the way he’d come. That was one pissed off SEAL.

  Chapter 8

  LAW

  ***

  Colt had given us a week, but in the last few weeks we’d been able to talk him down. He only gave in I know because we’d convinced him that we needed to save the other girls. The SEALs and Creed had headed back to their places as well as the others who’d come in to lend a hand. Now I was just waiting for word from Lo to see where we were.

  I jolted awake when she moved and jumped out of the other side of the bed to follow her into the bathroom. It had become our morning ritual. Her puking, me holding her hair back and soothing her.

  I cleaned her up and put her back into bed before heading to the kitchen to get her tea going. I placed a few crackers on a plate and waited for the water to boil. Once everything was ready I went back to her. It was the same shit different day. She went from green to bright pink full of health and ready to fuck my shit up with whatever she and her girls came up with.

  “We have to find you a doctor.” With everything that was going on I didn’t feel comfortable taking her out and about, but I knew she needed prenatal care. I took the cup from her hand and placed it on the bedside table.

  She’d taken to sleeping in my shirts at night so it was no trouble lifting it out of the way and fitting myself between her spread thighs. “Knowing my kid’s in there makes me horny as fuck.” I slid my already hard cock inside her and started to ride.

  Her pussy was hotter these days. Like her internal thermostat had gone up a few notches. “This doesn’t hurt you does it?” I’d asked her the same thing every morning since we found out she was pregnant, because every morning as soon as she was done being sick I was fucking her hard. She shook her head as usual and I pulled out and kissed her flat tummy where my kid slept.

  “Turn around but don’t get on your hands and knees.” She rolled over and crooked one leg leaving the other straight, getting into position for me to take her from behind. I slid my cock back home and kept my weight off her back. She was much tighter this way. Tight hot and sweet.

  I placed my hand beneath her to hold my kid as I slid back and forth, in and out. “You feel that?” I didn’t need an answer and didn’t get one as I bent my head and sucked the flesh of her neck between my teeth.

  “Raise your leg higher I want to go deep. You tell me if this hurts you.” She pushed her leg higher on the bed and I drilled her pussy as I lowered my chest to her back. “Fuck me that’s good.”

  “Harder Lawton.” She pushed back hard against me.

  “Stop it or I’ll pull out.” It was an empty threat since my balls were already drawing up and back ready to shoot off. The little sneak got to her knees, lifting me off her back, arched hers and slammed her pussy back onto my cock.

  “Fuck Dana Sue you…” I lost my train of thought when she clenched her muscles around me. I reached around and found her clit while pile driving my cock into her over and over until she came and tightened around me sending me over the edge. I shook my head to clear it. My body felt like I’d been hit by a freight train.

  “Dammit, this pregnancy shit is making me shoot too soon.” I rolled us both to our sides and wrapped my arms around her. I felt tired, something else that’s been happening with her pregnancy. It seemed that as soon as I came all my energy was drained while she found her second wind.

  She slipped out of my arms and stretched looking like the cat that got the cream. “Take a nap Lawton I have something to do.” What the fuck?

  Chapter 9

  DANA SUE

  ***

  I slipped out of the house after cleaning up and headed for Melissa’s place where the others would be waiting. We’d been planning something for the past few weeks that I was sure would get all our tails in trouble with our men, but I was outvoted so it was either join them or be the odd man out.

  The smell of coffee hit me as soon as I went through the door and my mouth watered. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Lawton wasn’t sneaking around behind me. Ever since he’d browbeaten me into taking a home pregnancy test he’s been worse than the Gestapo.

  “Don’t even think about it. Your husband’s already warned me that if anything happens to you
during this pregnancy he’s holding us responsible. Do you know he has a list of Do’s and Don’ts?”

  “You can’t be serious.” I reached for the list she had in her hand and read it over with dawning apprehension. “Dammit where did he get this?”

  “Don’t ask me, he got after Illyana about what she was doing during her pregnancy then he went on the net and downloaded this.” I looked at Illyana who just nodded her head and went back to stuffing her face.

  “Don’t feel bad, Brandon has been on my ass like I’m the first woman to carry a child.”

  “I can’t do this for the next seven months, the man would drive me insane.” I looked at the coffee pot with longing.

  “Well you better get used to it because I’m pretty sure he has every man on this spread on spy duty.” Melissa was probably right. This was too much to deal with this early in the morning.

  “Look what have we learned, anything?”

  “Well, we were finally able to find his home address but we’re still working on his number, it’s private.” I looked over Ginger’s shoulder at the computer screen. She had the secret folder where we’d been hiding information for the past few weeks open.

  “That’s all we have so far? Who is this guy?” On the screen was a middle-aged man of color. He was very handsome, very distinguished and he looked like wealth. He was the man Illyana’s mom had named as her dad, the man we were going behind our husband’s backs to find.

  “Don’t panic ladies I can do a lot with a home addy. I know someone who can get me what we need.” Ginger pulled her phone and left the room, leaving the rest of us with raised brows.

  “Okay so, Illyana you’re still cool with this?” I took the seat next to her putting an arm around her shoulder. I felt for her and her situation. She’d been raised on that compound of hate until her mother moved away and took her only to be brought back here to be married off to some guy she didn’t even know.

  Only to learn that her dad was just the kind of man her grandfather hated and sought to destroy. Now she was pregnant for another sworn enemy of the grandfather who had no idea that his granddaughter was the product of an interracial relationship. It’s a mess to put it lightly.

  As if that wasn’t enough, her dad is a high profile politician who had no idea that he had a daughter. Ginger came back into the room all smiles. “Five minutes and we’ll have the number. Damn this guy is more protected than the damn president.”

  Now I was getting nervous. The planning stage hadn’t been scary but now that we were getting close my tummy was in knots. Law had forbidden us to make a move without his say so. His exact words were to leave this shit alone and let him and the guys handle it.

  That was all good and well for the guys, but meanwhile Illyana was in turmoil, her life turned upside down. I’ll just have to make sure Lawton never found out what we were up to.

  ***

  LAW

  ***

  I was in the middle of trying to find out what the hell my wife and her crew was up to when the phone rang. I’d just got through screwing the pink off her pussy, one of my interrogation tactics. That shit backfired on my ass because the dick put her to sleep. The readout said Lyon and I forgot all about the nosy ass women and their shit. What the fuck happened now? “Aye-o.”

  “Hey Law, it’s me, you’re gonna need to call Creed and them military boys in on this one.”

  “Why what’s going on? No Dana Sue go back to sleep. Hang on Colt let me get to where we can talk.”

  I kissed her and climbed out of bed heading for the privacy of the study.

  “Tell me.”

  “I got some Intel from old man Mallory today about our little situation.”

  “Hang on let me conference.”

  I put him on hold and put a call in to Lo. “Yo.”

  “Logan it’s Law, I got Colt on the other line says we need a conference hang on I gotta call Creed.” I called Creed and knew from his tone that we’d interrupted him.

  “This had better be good or some fuck’s gonna get it.”

  “Creed we gotta talk Colt has something.” There was some mumbling in the background and I guess he was doing the same thing I’d just done. Leaving his bed to find some privacy away from prying ears. Fucking women.

  “Okay everybody here, or you boys need some more time to placate your women? Fucking leashed.”

  “Shut the fuck up Lyon, I’ve seen you with your woman you don’t fare much better.” Creed laughed and the rest of us joined in. We shot some shit with each other before getting down to business. Every man on the line knew that whatever was coming wasn’t going to be good.

  “What did you hear?” That was Logan, always serious and no tolerance for bullshit.

  “Right, this Stockton guy was in bed with the Porters we knew that already, but did you know that one of the Porters has the ear of one of our past presidents, anyone wanna take a guess as to which one?”

  “Fuck, the fuck up?”

  “You guessed it Law. Apparently while the rest of the world is under the impression that these fucks were after oil and other natural resources they had something more lucrative on the side. I’m guessing from all the silence that you already knew all this as well. I guess the big news then is that this desert guy whoever the fuck is headed stateside.”

  “How does your guy know this?” Connor jumped on that one.

  “I’m guessing you don’t know much about old man Mallory, you don’t ask those kinda questions unless you wanna get dead.”

  “When?”

  “He didn’t say, only that they were plans being made.”

  “If this is true then we’d better get to work boys, he wouldn’t risk coming here if it wasn’t important. There has got to be something else going on that we haven’t found yet. I can’t see him coming here behind this shit.”

  “I say we end all the fucks and be done with it. Mallory gave me the names of two guys that might be able to help, maybe you know them.”

  “Who are they?”

  “Mancini, he’s some kinda spook outta New York very hush-hush and the other one’s closer to our neck of the woods a Gideon Thorpe.”

  “Never heard of them. Creed you’re pretty quiet, what’s up?”

  “Well Law, I know of Mancini and heard of Thorpe. If either of these two are coming onboard then Logan’s right, the shit’s about to hit the fan. Mancini is a dangerous fuck and Thorpe well he’s not one you wanna play with. They both have experience dealing with trafficking rings, that’s how our paths crossed in the past.”

  “I’m with Con, that demented fuck isn’t coming here because of child trafficking, that shit’s child’s play to a fuck like him. I say we follow Lyon’s suggestion and start ending these fucks.” Lo was gonna have his hands full holding Tyler in check, he was almost as bad as Lyon and from the sound of it, that little skirmish a few weeks ago hadn’t appeased him none.

  “Hold it.” Logan tried to calm the situation before it went off course. “We need to check this Intel, no offense to you or your friend, but if The Fox was heading this way don’t you think we would’ve heard something?”

  “No offense but do you think these conniving fucks will tell you the truth? I don’t know who you’ve got on your end, but from everything I’ve heard so far, there’s more shit being held back from you boys than what’s being shared. Like I said before, I’m not beholden to any organization and I barely tolerate the laws that we have here since they change the shits as they go. I don’t give a fuck who did what to who, all I want is the motherfucker that put my little girl in that book.”

  “We all want that Colton, but like we told you before, this thing is more intricate than the surface and your Intel if it’s correct just proved it. This is a dangerous motherfucker no doubt and he has the money and the reach to make shit happen. My girl was in there too and believe me I wanna hop on a plane and go put one in the fuck myself, but they’re others who need us and they need us to keep our heads and do this thin
g the right way.”

  “I hear you Cord and I didn’t forget that you got a dog in this fight. I didn’t forget that all of you have a stake in this. But you boys, including you Law and you Creed, have had that military training and forgive me for saying it, but I’ve never been on that leash. I don’t care if I have to walk across the fucking Euphrates to get to this fuck I’d do it to keep my family safe. Creed, since you’re the only one who knows these two boys that Mallory mentioned what do you think? You think it would help if we reached out?”

  “It couldn’t hurt, I’ll have to find Mancini though, he’s never in one place too long. I tell you what, I’m sick a this shit. Seems like the more we dig the more shit we unearth and we’re still no closer to finding out the whys behind this thing. I haven’t shared any of this shit with my girl, but she’s starting to get suspicious on account of I won’t even let her cross the door without someone on her.”

  Damn what the fuck had we got ourselves into? We were scattered all over the place none of us close enough to the other and these motherfuckers were gunning for us. A fucking ex-president, the one who’d sent us into hell was part of this shit.

  “Uh, what’re you boys doing for the holidays?”

  “Say what now? Lyon you domesticated fuck, what’re you talking about?” That question was totally out of left field.

  “Law, you know every year we have the big shindig what’s a couple more mouths? That goes for you boys too, you should bring out the wives get out of dodge for a few days. There’s more than enough room here and at my folks we can all spread out. And if you boys ride your rig out then we can hook it up.”

  “Fuck Lo, we forgot the holidays we’ve been so busy focusing on this bullshit we dropped the ball.”

  “Don’t panic Zak, it’s weeks away.”

  “Fuck that Lo, what about baby Zak? We gotta get her Santa’s list how the fuck do we do that? We gotta get on that shit like now.”