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Chapter 38: BRANDON
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Anarchist Chapter 39: BRANDON
She was obviously very nervous and nothing at all like that night. Then she'd been bold; she'd known what she wanted from me and took it. Now she stood before me with bowed head and fidgeting hands. I still didn't know what she meant by that crack about me taking my time to come get her. Had she known all those times I'd been following her? Whatever game she was playing, if she'd wanted me to play along, she should've told me the rules.I pulled one of the three pregnancy tests I'd picked up myself from the cabinet. I'm always thinking three steps ahead. I knew after what I saw that I was gonna go after her, but I also knew I wasn't going to take her word for it, so I bought my own shit."Here, do whatever the fuck it is you have to." I held it out to her, knowing that my life was about to change in a big way."I can't do this in front of you." Where was all this shyness coming from all of a sudden? I don't recall her being this shy the night we fucked."I fucked you, hard, for a
Anarchist Chapter 40: LAW
It's been three days since Brandon brought his woman home and three since he told me about her little drama. I knew these fucks would keep me in shit for the rest of my days, but this shit beats all. The granddaughter of the head of the local hate regime was the daughter of a black senator. Fuck me sideways.At least she was safe, and so was the kid, which Brand assured me is very much real. A baby, what the fuck are we gonna do with a baby? We can barely keep our own heads above water with the shit that's been going down around here, now this.The women were all excited about the news, though, and Dana Sue was already giving me looks, fuck. I'd told her what was going on because, as my wife, she had a lot more responsibility than the others, and I needed her to make Illyana as welcome as possible. Brandon was my boy, after all, and this was for him.The rest of her shit, we'll deal with as it comes, but I was sure that we hadn't heard the end of it. I only had Junior to deal with n
Anarchist Chapter 41: LAW
I fucked her too hard on one of my strokes, and she clutched at her pussy. "Sorry, baby, fuck." I pulled out and dropped my jeans the rest of the way off, trying to give myself time to calm down before turning back to her.Her eyes were wide and dreamy, her skin flushed and her lips red and just a little swollen from my kisses. She looked like a siren of lore. One of those women makes men think of nothing but going deep and staying there until he got the job done.She always looks so fucking doable; it's a wonder I can leave our bed in the mornings. Or not run back to it every fucking chance I get. I knew her ass was going to be trouble from the get. She was still clutching at her pussy with a pained look on her face."It hurts?" She nodded and covered her hole with her hand. It's easy to forget she's still new at fucking because she's so unbelievably good at it. She sure gives my ass a run for my money anyway, as green as she is."I'll kiss it and make it better; move your hand,
Anarchist Chapter 42: SHERIFF
"I want that Lawton boy, and I want him I mean yesterday. Son of a bitch thinks he can talk to me like 'at? We'll see about this.""Sir, we don't have any probable cause to bring him in; there's no evidence...""Well fuck it, Thompson, you find some, or it's your ass." I huffed my way towards my office and slammed the door shut. I was heading straight for a heart attack if something wasn't done.That idiot Royce had made a mess of things before getting his ass blown to hell and back. And now, instead of enjoying my retirement, I find myself two steps away from either death or incarceration.I know that the Daniels boy had something to do with the murder, but I have no proof, and the idiot people of the town would be up in arms if I touched a hair on his head on account of they all liked his daddy and momma and thought he was justified.I couldn't call in outside help because that would just open up a whole other set of troubles that I didn't need. Not to mention the fact that we'r
Anarchist Chapter 43: LAW
Just that easily the conversation segued from hate groups to our women and their fucked up mentality. Clay's old pussy whipped ass was griping about Ginger Lee and her shit; Kyle always has problems because his woman is a crazy fuck, and well, Brand just has his mountain of shit to handle.Travis seemed to be the only one of us who had his shit under control because as much as I hate to admit it, I don't have a handle on shit with my own situation.Dana Sue has somehow morphed into this whole other being. It seems that as her bruises faded, so did her reticence. I know now that she is the most opinionated, hardheaded fuck this side of the Rio Grande. If I weren't careful most days, she'd argue me to death just because she could.She has no fear of me, or my empty threats, because somehow since the first time I took her, she seems to have realized that my bark is worse than my bite where she's concerned.It makes for a strange dynamic because I have grown men who'd shake in their bo
Anarchist Chapter 44: LAW
The way she looked at my cock as I stroked it up and down while she got down on her knees was something I'd never grow tired of. Her eyes followed my hand, and then her tongue came out to lick her lips before she bent her head and proceeded to tease the shit outta me."Shit, ease up a little before you hurt yourself." She garbled some shit around my meat and totally ignored me as she sucked me off like I was the best thing she'd ever had past her lips.I had to grab hold of a fistful of her hair to pull her off when I got too close. "Behave, now hop on up here." I helped her onto my desk and pushed her dress up around her waist. I guess she'd ditched the fuck me shorts after I practically mauled her earlier.Her panties got torn in my haste, and before she could bitch me to death, I had my mouth on her. "Ohhh." She tried digging a hole in my head with her nails as I sank my tongue deep.I didn't have to lift her tight ass in my hands; she knew the drill. Her legs came up and around
Anarchist Chapter 45: KYLE
"You told Law about those humps crossing county lines?""Yeah.""And?""Said he was more interested in Junior's whereabouts, which we've been working on for days with no leads.""We got eyes on this crew?""Of course. What're you thinking, Kyle? I don't like that look. Every time I've seen that look, some shit jumps off, and your brother ends up going on the warpath. What say we sit this one out? Your brother has a lot on his plate right now."I don't know why everyone still insists on treating me like a kid. My brother has a mountain of shit on his plate right now is true. That's why I need to take some of the load off his chest.They were my parents too, and my little sister. And though I may not have had the same fire in my gut in the beginning as Law, it's only because I was in shock. The shock had worn off a long time ago; now, I wanted revenge just as much as my big brother did.I didn't bother saying shit to Diego about what was going through my head. The men's first loy
Anarchist Chapter 46: LAW
Some fuck is going on around here. I don't know what, but I can always tell. I kept my eye on Brandon because he was the one with the latest drama. Who the fuck needed A&E with this bunch?"Clay." I caught him coming out of his room at the clubhouse, zipping up in the middle of the day. It was a wonder I ever got anything done around here, what with all the screwing that went on around the place."Law?" He had a stupid grin on his face and a scratch on his neck that I didn't even wanna know about. "That wound had better be from Ginger Lee because I am not in the mood for one of your woman's tantrums.""You and me both." Just then, she came hustling out of the room looking like she'd gone a round or two herself and gave me a shy smile and a wave before heading out. Probably off to find the rest of her posse to get into more shit that didn't have anything to do with them."What the hell are you asshats up to?" I didn't have time to dwell on the women and their shit."Who, what?""D
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