Free Anarchist Book 3 by Jordan Silver Page A

age that’s true, but all Davis or your father has to do is make a complaint of kidnapping or some shit to get the whole ball rolling. Now go put on the dress and let’s go.”
    I’m sure there are ways around all that shit I just told her, but this was the quickest solution and the one that worked best in my head, so that’s what the fuck we were gonna do.
    “No.”
    What the fuck? “Okay then, you may leave, bye. I hope you find a way to get yourself out of this shit.” I turned to leave the house and go see about what the fuck else was going on to fuck with my life today.
    She pulled on the back of my tee shirt as I turned to leave. “No wait, you can’t just throw me out.” Now she sounded panicked. The old me would’ve soothed her, maybe even long enough to get her under me. This me didn’t have the fucking time.
    If I were in the market for a nice fresh faced, wholesome girl to make my wife, she would be at the top of my list. But since I wasn’t interested in any of that shit, my mind wasn’t working in that direction.
    There was another reason I was choosing to marry her, I’m sure I could’ve found another way to keep her safe.
    But this way I get to stick it to Royce in a way that I know would hurt the old fuck.
    He didn’t have to know that I wasn’t fucking her; just the thought should be enough to drive his ass mad. But first I have to get this one to calm the fuck down with her shit.
    “I can and I will, I have people here that I have to look out for, you being here is a danger to them. You don’t want to do what I say then you have to go.”
    She bit her lip and wrung her hands together while looking around for an answer. Only half of that shit I told her was true, but it suited my purposes to make her believe that shit.
    My men know that there’s only one law here, literally and figuratively speaking of course.
    They know that I don’t ask permission, and I do what the fuck I feel is right at the time and for the situation, whatever it may be.
    They never forget that they were the ones who came searching me out and not the other way around. I could’ve gone after that fuck myself.
    It’s not that I didn’t care about them or their thoughts; I cared too much. But once in my life I had no control over anything and it went to shit. That was never gonna happen again.
    She didn’t have to know that I had no intentions on letting her go out that door. This was too good an opportunity to pass up.
    Yes I was about to use her, but she’d come to me. And besides, it wasn’t like I was going to use and discard her, when this shit was all over I would see that she was taken care of.
    But there was no way I was letting her out of here now for him to get his hands on her. I know it had to be killing him by now if he knew where she was and I’m pretty sure he did.
    “Get dressed.” I walked out the door to go see what the fuck was going on with the rest of my fucked up day.
    Brandon and Clay met me halfway and I couldn’t tell from their faces if we were going to be under attack, or about to throw a party.
    “Okay what happened? Travis only just got back right, so he couldn’t have done anything...” Just then we heard a female scream from the guesthouse I’d just thrown her mother out of.
    “What the fuck was that?”
    “Travis.” Brandon hid a grin and the knot in my gut eased a little. Travis, Kyle and I are as close as you can get for blood.
    When my family had been murdered, he was the only one of the extended that hung around after the dust had settled.
    The others had come out for the funeral of course, but most of them were only interested in what they could get out of our loss.
    Travis, because he had spent time here with us since he was a kid, and then lived with us for a while before going off to college, had been of more help, than most of the adult relatives.
    I owed him a lot. He was only a few years younger than me, and two years older than Kyle.
    He might’ve had a rough