Anarchist: (An MC Serial Novel) Book 1 by Jordan Silver

Prologue
     
    “I give a fuck about you and your fucking laws, now get the fuck off my property, before I put a hole in your gut asshole.”
    The middle-aged sheriff’s deputy looked at the young man with the assault rifle pointed at his gut.
    In his younger days he maybe would’ve tested the younger man’s mettle, but he wasn’t so sure about this one.
    Word on the street was that he was mean as a rattlesnake, and wasn’t too fond of anything or anyone, having to do with the law. Funny though that the man’s name was Law.
    Lawton Daniels watched the car with the sheriff insignia pull out of his yard and waited until it was out of sight before returning inside.
    The young girl was still cowering in the corner looking scared to death, her face bruised and bloody, clothes torn.
    He didn’t say anything as he went by her to the little downstairs bathroom to get what he needed to clean her up with.
    Her eyes followed him around the room like a trapped rat until he sat in front of her to assess the damage.
    She flinched when he reached out to touch her face where her lip was split and bleeding. “Look here, you came to me remember? Now if you want my help you’re gonna have to stop the flinching shit or I’ll leave you as you are.”
    He wasn’t known for his tact and though he was mad as fuck at what he was looking at, he wasn’t about to let anyone treat him like a criminal. He knew his reputation; fuck he’d earned it. But he was a fair man, and like he’d said, she came to him.
    “Now you wanna tell me who worked you over?” He’d finished cleaning up the worst of her bruises and put the stuff away.
    Now it was time to do what he did best. He hated to see anything weak being mistreated; it just burnt a hole in his gut. That’s why he’d joined the army, but that’s another story.
    “You mute or some shit?” he stared at her after she wouldn’t answer his question.
    “No sir.” She looked down at the floor.
    “Kill the sir shit, now tell me what I wanna know.”
    All he got out of her was a name, but that was enough, he’d handle the rest.
    “You stay inside when I’m gone okay! You’ll be safe enough here until I get back.” He reassured the girl when he saw the fear in her eyes at his announcement that he was leaving.
    “Just one thing, don’t try going out the door, you’re sure to get a bullet in the head that way.
    I’ve got the place rigged for assholes, so unless I’m with you, don’t go moving around.” He took one last look at the bedraggled beat to shit woman before heading out the door.
    Hopping on his hog, he turned to his men who were already mounted up. “Ride out.” They knew what was coming; hell they’d all seen the girl crawl into the yard on her hands and knees about an hour ago.
    Of course he knew who she was now, or knew of her at least; but how had she known to come to him? Most people, especially the ones of the female persuasion, steered clear of him, except maybe the ones who wanted his dick.
    They’d all watched the poor thing drag herself across the yard, their guns drawn, until they’d noticed what it was that was crawling, and one of the guys had picked her up and brought her up to the porch.
    ***
    They pulled into the yard twenty minutes later. The heavyset man had been sitting out on his porch looking mean and surly, until he saw them coming.
    He jumped up from his seat and headed for the door, but Law jumped off his bike while it was still in motion and bounded up the short steps, pulling his gun in one smooth motion.
    He slammed the magazine into the gun loud enough for the man to know what the fuck he was hearing. It stopped him dead in his tracks.
    “Anyone else in there?” The fool turned his head, looking like he was about to shit himself. “Ju…just my wife.”
    “Boys go check it out.” A few of his men walked past them into the house. Brandon was soon back with a half a woman who didn’t look much better than the one he’d left back at