Free Anarchist Book 4: (An MC Serial Novel) Book 4 by Jordan Silver Page A

hell I have to do.”
    She pouted and flounced off. Damn, not married even one day and she was starting her shit already.
    I’m going to ring Melissa’s neck first fucking chance I get. She knows I don’t do parties, now I’m sure my wife is going to think I’m some kind of ogre. My wife, well fuck!

Chapter 2
     
    CLAY
     
    “Clay your girl Ginger’s here.” Chaz grinned at me and I wondered what the hell she’d been up to now.
    “Thanks Chaz, where’d she go?”
    “The clubhouse where else?”
    “Cool, everybody in yet? It’s getting late.”
    “No there’s still a few left, probably at work.”
    Damn. I checked my watch again. It was getting late and Law wanted everyone safe and accounted for before the sun went down.
    “If Law comes looking for me tell him where I went.”
    “No problem, and if you see him before I do, tell him his prisoner is awake.”
    I waved my hand over my shoulder as I headed to the clubhouse and my room there to see my girl. See what kind of mood she’s in. It’s three days since I went anywhere near her.
    It was ‘that time’ of the month, or at least that’s the excuse she uses every month around this time when she loses her fucking mind.
    The first time she tried to brain me was the last time I messed with her ass and that PMS shit. Now I steer clear unless she’s sick, then I run to the pharmacy and buy out the female aisle.
    Ginger Lee, that’s my hot little number. She’s a big girl and she makes no bones about it. She’s all tits and ass and a sassy mouth.
    We met purely by accident and set off a chain of events that turned my life upside down, but you know what, I wouldn’t change it for anything, as fucked up as our beginning had been.
    Before I met Ginger Lee I was in hot pursuit of someone else for damn near my whole adult life. Since high school I’d been after her, but for one reason or another we could never get it together.
    Cindy was my little reserved banker, she’s not exactly uptight, that’s not my style, but she’s more the shy retiring type. She needs to be handled with kid gloves and lots of TLC.
    She reminds me of the young women in those old black and white movies, so demure and genteel like, which for some reason I was highly attracted to.
    Now Ginger Lee on the other hand would fuck ninety-five percent of the time and make love the other five. She says what she likes and don’t like no matter who you are.
    She doesn’t have a shy bone in her body and she doesn’t suffer fools lightly. Half the time I’m the one talking her down from doing someone bodily harm for saying or doing the wrong fucking thing.
    I call her my wild child. She’s the sort of girl who would let me fuck her in the ass and then suck my dick; a man needs that shit every once in a while.
    As with every other fucked up thing in my life, the story of how we came to be sounds like something out of a fucked up TV show.
    I’d actually gone out on a date with Cindy the night before I met Ginger Lee for the first time.
    But the thing is, though it was just the one date, like I said, Cindy and I had been doing the dance for a while before she finally agreed to go out with me.
    After a great night out with the woman I’d been trying to land since freaking high school, I was out on patrol the next day doing my job as a deputy in the sheriff’s office.
    The date had gone pretty good and I was halfway to the moon. I hadn’t been sitting on my hands waiting for Cindy to come around, one of those things that had kept us apart was the fact that we both seemed to be always involved with someone else. But I was glad that we had finally got it right.
    That night was like the beginning of something, or maybe I’d built it up so much in my head by that time that it seemed that way. I’m no bitch so I wouldn’t dwell on that shit too much.
    Anyway I was feeling good about the whole thing and pretty much looking forward to next time. I was thinking that on my break I had to remember