Anarchist Season 2 Book 4 Read online Jordan Silver

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Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
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"I was just going over some stuff, nothing major." In actuality, I was doing a run on all the devices owned by one Royce Jr. I could probably hit up someone in that area to run him to ground, but this way was faster — besides, the less people who know about this shit, the better. I have a feeling that ole boy isn't long for this world.

I've already fielded calls from Lyon and Creed, both wanting the heads up once I get a bead on him. I'm pretty sure Law doesn't know what the two of them are up to, and I'm not getting in the middle of their shit.

I've suffered more headaches since getting tangled up with those boys than at any other time in my life. Especially Colton Lyon, this fucking guy. I'd have thought with my aversion to authority that I'd be butting heads with the SEALs and maybe even Creed since they've all done time in the military.

But funnily enough I get along just fine with them; it's Lyon, the only other one of us who didn't see any action that gives me the most grief. I'm convinced the generals in the army have nothing on his ass. At least he's just as opposed to anything in authority as I am.

As my mind played over this latest debacle of theirs, my hand found its way to the hard mound of my wife's tummy where my kid laid. I still get a kick out of the way my life has changed in a little more than a year. It feels like everything's been going on warp speed since she came into my life.

From the first time, I took her to the wedding and now this. My seed growing in her tummy. "How's my little girl doing?" I rubbed her tummy and ignored her eye rolls.

"You're a weird one; all the others want boys; you're the only one hoping for a girl."

Her words reminded me of the goings-on among our friends in the last few months. Apparently, the women had made some kind of deal, and now they all had to be there for the other when she was giving birth. I don't have a problem dragging my ass all over the country for this, as long as she's happy.

But the shit has damn near made me give up all hope for the male of the species. Every last one of them is scared shitless of their little princesses. I guess I can understand to some degree. Seeing the shit we see every day, it's no wonder, but their fear goes deeper than that than what their kids will face in this fucked up world.

These fucks are bone-deep scared of female offspring, except Lyon, he's the only one who seems to have a handle on that shit, but then again, he's an old hand at it. "I know why you want a little girl, but let me just warn you, a child like Catalina only comes around about once every hundred years or so."

She knows me so well! It's true, ever since I met that little one I've been fascinated. Maybe it's because of my own line of work that I see the potential where others may overlook it, but there's something extraordinary about that kid, something I'm very excited to watch grow and mature. She's already a source to be reckoned with, and she's barely out of pigtails.

If my kid could have half her brains and guts, I'd be a happy man. "By the way, what did she want earlier? I didn't get to talk to her because I was heading to the bathroom to pee for the one-hundredth time for the day."

I smiled at the memory of the call, that kid. "Nothing really, she just wanted to ask my advice about something." I'm glad my wife didn't push because I was under strict orders to keep that particular conversation strictly between Catalina and I.

We have a lot of secrets come to think of it, her and I. I've become her confidante, the one out of all her aunts and uncles that she comes to when she's getting up to something that barely edges by the line of the law.

If her dad knows what I have planned for her future, he'd skin me. But there's no way I can let a brain like hers fall into anyone else's hands. On the other hand, if I leave her to her own devices, all of Colt's fears may come to fruition. I'm pretty sure she already knows how to build explosives.

Cierra put her hand on my chest and ran her fingers up and down playfully, bringing my mind back to the here and now. No wonder she wasn't digging her nose into my shit, she was horny. A constant state these days, the further along she gets in her pregnancy.


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