Anarchist

"I give a fuck about you and your fucking laws, now get the fuck off my property before I put a hole in your gut, asshole." The middle-aged sheriff's deputy looked at the young man with the assault rifle pointed at his gut.In his younger days, he maybe would've tested the younger man's mettle, but he wasn't so sure about this one. Word on the street was that he was mean as a rattlesnake and wasn't too fond of anything or anyone, having to do with the law. Funny though, that the man's name was Law.Lawton Daniels watched the car with the sheriff's insignia pull out of his yard and waited until it was out of sight before returning inside. The young girl was still cowering in the corner, looking scared to death, her face bruised and bloody, clothes torn.He didn't say anything as he went by her to the little downstairs bathroom to get what he needed to clean her up with. Her eyes followed him around the room like a trapped rat until he sat in front of her to assess the damage.She fl

I need this shit. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this kid? I can't have her hanging around the clubhouse, she's too fucking young, and sooner or later, someone will be sniffing after her.My guys are pussy hounds. Some of them I can trust, others I'm still feeling out. I'm pretty sure none of my crew would fuck with her, but there were always newbies coming onto the place looking for a spot.Not to mention my place is still a working ranch, and there were a lot of out-of-towners on the place at any given time.I hopped off my ride and watched the others as they headed back to the clubhouse. That's another thing I hadn't fucking asked for. I wasn't cut out to be the leader of shit. I'm a loner down to my core, but these fucks got it in their heads that I was the man for the job and hitched their fucked up wagons to my trail. Even the army knew to separate my ass from the rest of humanity. Snipers didn't normally work with a crew these days; at least I didn't.I headed in

I'm cold, scared, and alone. The room where he'd left me to sit just outside the door he'd gone through was a wide-open area with hardwood flooring and only artificial lighting as far as I could see, except for a couple of very high windows whose light barely reached the ground. It was obvious we were in an old barn that had been renovated into something else. I looked around the room, trying to figure out just what exactly this place was.There was a bar that took up the whole of one wall, tables and chairs in another sectioned-off area and then what looked like a lounge area with couches and more chairs scattered all around. On the walls was a mix of ranch and biker photos and other things you'd expect to see in a manly space in the Midwest.Through a little archway, I could see what looked like a game room, with just the corner of a pool table visible from this angle. The air was filled with the scent of cigarette smoke and other things but somehow didn't look as dark and sinister

"Are you fucking shitting me?" She looked up at me with those big sad green eyes that were swollen from her dad's fists. I don't trust those eyes or what they make me feel; I don't want to feel anything about nothing except my own shit.I looked away from her so she didn't draw me in with those eyes of hers and that look of sadness that only a blind man could resist.It's been a long time since I let anything get to me, and even longer since I gave a fuck about a female; I had better things to do with my time. But I can't let this shit slide; there's too much here that I can work with.My mind was already moving things around, but I had to think real hard before I did anything. Whatever I chose to do with this was going to impact all our lives.I'd just found out that I was now in possession of something my enemy wanted. I've been waiting a long time to get the jump on him, but could I really use an innocent to do it? Fuck yeah.The only thing was that if I did this, I could be af

I didn't have to rush to do anything about Dana's situation now since I had what I needed, so now I could take a minute to deal with my own shit.Sam, like I said, is a relatively new member, he'd prospected for a good year and a half before moving up, and now he was a full member. He was a nice enough kid, but he had one flaw that was about to land his ass in a whole heap of trouble.I'd let things slide for too long because I was trying to give the kid a break, but a man's gotta be a fucking man; otherwise, shit happens.Sam had taken up with one of the sheep, and it was getting serious. To each his own, if he wants to plow a field that had been trampled by other men, that was his business.She's a nice enough girl, I guess if just a little high-strung. I don't do high-strung.I stay out of her way as much as possible because she tends to be bossy, and I tend to not give a fuck. So to avoid petty bullshit drama, I avoid too much contact with her.Plus, the fact that I fucked