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  This was about my vengeance and nothing more, I won’t let it be. And when I had finally taken care of this fuckery, then and only then will I allow myself to think about my life, my future.

  Until then I will do whatever it takes. There was no place in my life for a woman, no matter how pretty she was, or how much she made my cock ache.

  “Thanks, you can put it down there.” She placed the plate down where I’d shown her and turned to leave.

  “Dana, sit for a minute since you’re here.” She came back in and sat in the chair across from me.

  I didn’t know where the fuck to start but she saved me the trouble. “Why did you kiss me?” she asked the question but I could see how much it had taken for her to get the words out.

  “I needed to see what I was getting.” She gave me that female look that said she didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about, but if she was looking to me for help, she was shit outta luck because I didn’t know what the fuck either.

  “I don’t think I understand.”

  “That makes two of us; look I need to ask you some questions just answer them as honestly as you can okay.”

  She nodded for me to continue and I chose my next words carefully. This was my first time at this particular rodeo and I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.

  I had the end goal in mind, but knew there was a lot that could go wrong if I didn’t handle this right.

  I didn’t like accepting the fact that I was willing to do anything to achieve my ends, I didn’t want to become the man that I was hunting, so I had to know before I made a move.

  “Were you ever in love with someone, shit, that came out all wrong? Is there someone that you’re interested in, I don’t know, romantically?” that sounded better I guess.

  “No, why?”

  “I’m asking the questions, you’ll get your turn when I’m done. So there isn’t some guy somewhere who thinks he’s gonna have you?”

  “No, I went to an all-girls boarding school, they were very strict. We weren’t allowed to fraternize with the opposite sex, and though I’m sure some of the other girls snuck out sometimes I never did.

  Then when I came home on break, my dad would hardly let me out of the house, so there was never really any chance of that happening.”

  “Good, um, so that’s taken care of, next question. You said earlier that you’d thought you were gonna go off to college after boarding school is that like a lifelong dream or something?”

  What the fuck do you care? I don’t, but I cant be that guy who would just destroy someone else’s dreams without giving it some thought. My conscience can be a bit of a bitch.

  “Not really no, I mean college was just the obvious next move after doing so well in school, but I can’t say that I had always had dreams of going off to college.

  When I was growing up, before all this, I always thought I’d get married and have babies; that was my dream. Then after boarding school and I got to see how some of the other girls lived, I started dreaming too you know.”

  “I see, but you won’t lose your fucking mind or anything like that if you don’t get to go right?”

  “I don’t think so, and besides, there’s no money to go now anyway, so there’s no point in us even discussing it.”

  That seems practical enough I guess, but I’ve never known a practical female a day in my life so I’m thinking she’s full of shit. Only time will tell.

  “So you have no plans is that it?”

  “Not that I know of, do you mind telling me what this is all about?”

  “Do you have a favorite dress in that suitcase your mother brought you?”

  Now she was thinking I’d lost my mind if the look she gave me was anything to go by. “I think so why?”

  “You’re gonna need it later, you can go now.” I dismissed her by going back to what I was doing before she came in.

  She left and I went back to sorting shit out to make sure I had my ass covered as well as my people.

  If I make this move I will be bringing a shitload of heat down on my head and on this place. I’m not worried about myself but there are people here that might not want that kind of heat.

  Fuck if I was going to ask permission to do what the fuck I want, but I don’t want any headaches. That’s why I was getting rid of anyone who might prove to be a pain in my ass before we go to lockdown.

  I had to go make the final preparations for a fucking siege. In war you prepare for any and all contingencies and I could do no less.

  I have to think outside the box and be two steps ahead of my enemy. So far I’ve been winning against him, even though he himself has remained out of reach.

  But I have a feeling that this was going to be the catalyst. This shit could very well bring everything to a head.

  Instead of asking any of the guys for their help I decided to do shit myself, but I was gonna need a little help from somewhere.

  I found her in her room going through her clothes. “Come with me.” She dropped her dress and followed me out the door without a word. I like that.

  I led her to the storage room and told her what I wanted. “I don’t know how long we might have to be here so I need to make sure my people can eat.

  You like to cook so that means you know what the fuck you need to cook...what is it?” she’d made a face at me.

  “Must you swear with every other breath?”

  “Fuck yes, now as I was saying, I need you to tell me what I need to fill these shelves for at least a six months.”

  “A six months, what...”

  “Does what you’re about to ask me have anything to do with cooking?”

  “Well no, but...”

  “I think I told you already about asking me about my shit, now I need that list in half an hour can you do that for me?”

  “Yes, I guess so, but first I’d need to know how many people we’re talking about.”

  “No need to get all pissy.” She was a huffy little thing when she wanted to be.

  I gave her the number and then stayed with her while she went through the stuff and wrote on the little clipboard we kept there.

  She gave me a list as long as my arm and I thanked her before heading out to pass it off to a couple guys to go collect the stuff. “Don’t let anyone see you getting this shit, I don’t want people whispering about us stocking up for Armageddon or some fuck.

  You better go to Cooperstown to fill this one and don’t come back without everything on that list.”

  “What difference does it make? You sacked the last decent cook we had.”

  “You idiots would eat anything, that bitch couldn’t cook worth shit.” They laughed at that as I walked away.

  I went and found Melissa to get her help on one last thing. I can’t believe I was actually thinking about this shit in the middle of all this chaos, but it was the least I could do.

  She was only too glad to help and would’ve talked my ear off if I hadn’t reminded her that time was a-wasting and I had shit to do.

  I didn’t have to fill her in on too much since my brother tells her every damn thing, unless it’s something I specifically asks him not to, which I don’t do, because I understand that she is his solace. He loses that he’d become just like me. A hard bitter shell! I wasn’t about to let that happen.

  I headed back to the house to put the last pieces together. “You find that pretty dress of yours? You have an hour to get ready.” I was standing in the door to her room with my arms folded, legs braced; waiting for her reaction.

  “Ready for what?”

  “Your wedding.”

  THE END

 

 

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