Anarchist Book 5: (An MC Serial Novel) Book 5 by Jordan Silver Page A

direction I’d always envisioned for myself. I had men and women who were depending on me here now. I couldn’t just throw everyone out now that my fight was all but over.
    I certainly hadn’t ever seen myself as part of a bike crew, but it looks like that’s where I am. I’ve found over the last three years that it serves a purpose of sorts.
    Besides, I’d grown used to having the guys around, and they’d chosen me as their fearless leader, poor fucks. So no, if I gave it up now it would look like I’d got what I wanted and then ditched the people who helped me get it.
    I’d walked into the kitchen, avoiding her as though she were a bomb about to detonate. She hadn’t missed a beat, just kept up her humming and walking back and forth from the stove to the fridge and back.
    When she started talking like we were an old married couple, asking me shit like what I had planned for the day, and I found myself looking forward to sharing, I knew I was in trouble.
    That feeling of being hit by electricity slammed into me again when she sat down across from me, and took my hand to say grace, such a small thing to have such a huge impact.
    I sat up in the chair and really looked at her then. The bruises were still there obviously, but they had started to fade, and they in no way took away from her beauty, which I’ve been trying to avoid taking notice of for the last couple of days.
    Her face was amazing, that peaches and cream skin, those almond shaped eyes that were a green almost too light to be real, and that hair that couldn’t make up its mind whether it wanted to be blonde or red.
    I scowled at her when she put the meal of bacon and eggs on a plate and passed it over to me, before jumping up when the toaster gave up the goods.
    She fucking smiled at me, confusing the shit out of me, but I shouldn’t be surprised. She was proving to be one confusing female, as well as frustrating as all hell.
    My body stirred when her scent reached my nose and I almost got up and ran the fuck out of there, which only pissed me off even more.
    My dick, it seems, had already put in his vote, so even if I had decided not to go there, it was too late, but I was going to fight it all the way.
    I’d eaten my breakfast and kept my silence as she prattled on and on about who knows what.
    After that day I tried to be out of the house before she woke up in the mornings, but then she’d come looking for me and drag me back to eat.
    She was the only person on the ranch that didn’t give a shit what I said. It’s like everything I told her to do was up for debate, until I was at the point that I was ready to tie her to a chair somewhere.
    Now here she was, disturbing my peace again.
    “Dana what the fuck is your problem now?” And to think two weeks ago she was a little mouse of a thing. It didn’t take her long to get over her fear of shit and start trying to make me nuts.
    “This, this...person accosted me and made the vilest suggestions.” She was eyeing Priscilla like she was a snake about to strike. I could only imagine what it was that Priscilla had asked her to do.
    “Priscilla she isn’t a sheep; leave her alone.”
    “Well what the hell is she then? I don’t see why she gets to walk around like she owns the place while the rest of us...”
    “What the fuck?” I walked over and grabbed her jacket from the back of the chair where she’d thrown it when she came in. Handing it off to her, I took her elbow and escorted her to the door.
    “Oh come on Law you know I didn’t mean it.” I didn’t bother with an answer; she knew the rules, everyone did because I’d spelt them out for them. Hard or soft, Dana Sue was my wife for the time being.
    As long as she bore that title she was off fucking limits. Anyone who didn’t get that was out, man, woman and child.
    Besides, if this one was gonna get under my fucking skin I couldn’t have one of my old bed warmers making trouble, and she wasn’t even that.
    Since coming home I