Anarchist Season Two: Book 1-2 Read Online Jordan Silver

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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 41869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
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Sure before he was married that was one thing, but I was here now and he certainly didn’t need the likes of them to do anything for him. “You can’t be serious. It’s our husbands shouldn’t we be the ones cooking for them?” The four of them looked at each other and I felt like I was missing something.

I didn’t have anything against these women per se, it’s just I didn’t think they should be allowed certain liberties which I’d noticed they were taking advantage of. Like hanging out at the clubhouse long after Lawton had ordered me home. What were they doing in there? As if I didn’t know.

“Well I have some great recipes that shouldn’t be too hard to whip up in a flash so let’s get a move on. I guess we can have them peel potatoes and shell peas if they want to be involved. But this is the first party since I became a wife and I want to show Lawton what I can do. How many men are here anyway?”

The five of us tromped out the door and headed in the direction where we could see the men were already setting up. It was a beautiful day out, perfect for a backyard BBQ. My face only fell a little when I saw those women, but I squared my shoulders and forged on. I’m Lawton’s wife. I have nothing to fear from those women. If they give me any guff I’ll just tell them to leave. Good riddance.

Chapter 2

LAW

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I wasn’t back there fucking with the books ten minutes it seemed like, before I heard a commotion coming through the walls. I didn’t need the door to open for me to know who was behind the racket. She’s up. I’m gonna have to have another talk with my wife about her damn caterwauling. For someone who’d gone to a fancy school where they were supposed to teach women manners and etiquette and shit, she sure hadn’t picked up much. She fucks like a well-trained courtesan and yells like a damn banshee. And the way things were going with her and her crew she’d be cussing like a sailor next.

“Lawton…” She came busting through the door, her face like a storm cloud.

“Dana Sue what is it? Are you hurt, bleeding, about to lose a limb? If it’s none of the above then please leave me to what it is I’m doing here.” She looked like I’d slapped her but what the fuck? She had to learn to handle shit on her own if it wasn’t a matter of life or death.

There will be times when I won’t be here, what was she going to do then? I’ve been taking shit easy on her because this was all new to her, but as my wife she had a position to fill. Better she get used to it now. One thing was for sure; she had some mean ass looks in her repertoire. One of which she threw my way before turning on her heel in a huff and walking away. Thank fuck!

I didn’t pay too much attention to the way she closed the door all soft and shit, or the way her shoulders slumped. I’d already turned back to the books. I’d lost a lot of time the last few days fucking around with one thing or another; it was time to get back on track. My time has been stretched thin lately between the ranch and my need for vengeance.

I looked over at the board I had set up with all the players in my little saga. That shit was growing bigger and bigger by the day. I hadn’t put the out of town crew up there yet because they hadn’t been heard from, and I was hoping against hope that they would keep their fucking noses out of my shit. But if they’d come all this way to die, fuck ‘em.

It was another couple of hours before I lifted my head again. “Damn, how the fuck had dad done this shit day in and out, for years?” I was a little surprised that the spread was holding up as well as it had been. It felt like forever since I’d given it the attention it deserved. Most of my energies have been focused on revenge, but the men dad had left in place were still looking after his interest. I had to remember to compensate them well when I got my head together.

I found that lately the burn in my gut wasn’t as bad as in the beginning. That could be because of my new pain in the ass wife, or the fact that Royce was dead. I wanted the son’s head on a fucking platter yeah, but the hate didn’t carry as much weight as it once had. “Fucking woman’s making me soft.”



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