Anarchist Season One: Book 1-5 Read Online Jordan Silver

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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
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My step was much lighter as I drew closer to the house. Melissa had promised to come by after and spend some time with me, since it seemed as if Lawton planned on keeping me a prisoner in his house for now.

I felt a slight pang of regret that my wedding day was nothing like I’d dreamed of as a child, but that was silly. This wasn’t a conventional wedding after all.

Conventional or not, it was real and it was going to stay that way. I felt like the old me again for the first time since my dad had let me in on his little secret.

Had that only been a few hours ago? How could life change so drastically in such a short time? I looked down at the ring on my finger once more and felt a new beat in my heart.

All I have to do now is learn my way around here, because there was no way I was staying cooped up inside for more than a day or two. Inactivity is the worse fate if you ask me.

At school they’d taught us to always be in motion, whether thinking or doing, always be about something.

There was a whole lot of stuff I could do around here I think, but first I must work on winning my husband over.

Maybe some of those expensive classes will come in handy after all, though I’d found them old fashioned and out dated at the time.

Who knew that etiquette and the how to be a proper wife training would actually come in handy in this day and age?

I got a chill when I remembered whom it was that had paid for those classes and why. Thank heaven Lawton had saved me from that.

Chapter 2

TRAVIS

“You’re not marrying him, there’s no fucking way I’ll ever let that happen.” She was only doing this shit because she thought he was safe, that he would be her family’s choice.

I’d taken her cherry at sixteen and I’d be fucked if someone else was going to put hands on what’s mine.

I had her laid out on the bed, arms and legs spread wide and tied to the posts.

Her pussy, that gash that fucking owned me, winked at me from between the fat lips that my mouth knew so well.

I’d gone away for a year, I had to if I wanted to do something more with my life than the drudgery that was staring me in the face in this small town that was going nowhere fast.

After university, which I’d only made because of scholarships, I’d been offered a job overseas. If I took it and did well, I would be set in my engineering field for life.

“We had an understanding, we talked about this shit. How the fuck could you forget that?” Her eyes followed me across the room as I paced back and forth in my anger.

Suzette is a good girl, I know that, but she’s gullible as fuck and that smarmy bitch of a mother and her asshole dad was always turning her head around. But I thought we were over this, that we were past anything resembling this shit.

When they’d found out about us when she was in high school and me already at college, they’d tried to break us apart, but my girl had stood firm.

I understand that that’s because I was there to hold her hand and reassure her that I would never leave her like they tried to make her believe.

But they waited until I was gone; Skype and email didn’t offer the same comfort and stability as having a warm body there next to you did.

I should’ve known they would try something like this, but I thought she was strong enough, that our love was strong enough to withstand whatever they threw our way.

“You are partly to blame for this too, don’t think you’re off the fucking hook.”

“Travis…”

“Don’t say one fuck to me.” I turned and pointed my finger at her. I love my girl but she’s known for causing shit where none is needed; too fucking soft.

It was true that we came from opposite sides of the tracks, with me being on the wrong side. It was true that her family had more money than mine would probably ever see in this lifetime, but I was working, had been working on evening those odds.

Everything I’d done in the last couple of years had been for her, with her in mind.

I pushed myself in school that much harder because I wanted to give her everything that I thought a woman of beauty, the woman I loved, deserved.

Not to prove shit to her fuck of an old man, but because it’s what I wanted as a man. To be a man in my book, you had to be able to take care of yours.



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