Anarchist Season One: Book 1-5 Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
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What they suspected and what they could prove were two different things though, and I could give a fuck what the fuck anyone thought.

I left the room in back with a sigh and went to see what my little darling was up to.

There was a reason I’d been hiding from her these last couple of days. I’m afraid I had landed myself in a whole heap of shit. She was starting to grow on me, and that was no good for anybody.

I turned the corner and felt it again. So it wasn’t a fluke, fuck. I didn’t let the sick panic stop me in my tracks this time, but kept moving forward.

I felt it for the first time the third morning we’d woken up under the same roof, that quick jolt, like a shock to the system.

She’d been in the kitchen humming as she made me breakfast. Her hair had been loose around her shoulders. Her lips were soft and pink, and the early morning sun highlighted her hair whenever she passed by the window.

I’d stopped in the doorway and watched her, don’t know why I did that, but it just seemed like the thing to do, almost as if the moment was too precious to interrupt.

When she felt me there looking at her, she’d looked over her shoulder and given me a smile that went into me, and squeezed the shit out of my heart. I actually felt the pressure there.

Since I’d never experienced anything like it before, it took me a minute to realize what the fuck was going on with me.

To say I was not amused is putting that shit lightly. I have no use for a wife in my life right now, and especially not one that was so young and green as a stump.

My life wasn’t heading in the 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.



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