Page 23 of Law Maker

Hearing whispers, he caught curious conversations wondering who he was.

He was a guy who wanted peace and quiet. Not salivated over by the long-haired demon with the scowl to match. Standing with his back to the wall while his boys drank around him.

All eyeballs came at Lawless when he got to their area.

It took around three seconds for Lawless to get the lay of the land with these fellas.

The notorious Renegade Souls he hadn’t stopped hearing about since he landed in town. There was some big girlie drama involving the leadership he didn’t care about.

“I’m taking it that since you haven’t peeled your eyes off me, that you wanna date me, smiler.” Lawless started, garnering the attention of the entire table. He hit back with the same stare he was receiving from the pale-eyed dipshit. “But here’s the thing, I’m such a shy motherfucker that I need some warming up first.”

The table erupted in belly laughter.

“Oh, fuck, If you’re gonna go apeship, VP, let me grab my wings first.” One of them said.

“Thought I should let you know, before you go on eating me up with your naughty eyes.” Lawless didn’t adhere to the lesson for when to shut his trap. And he wasn’t learning it now when the smiler started to growl like a Mastiff.

The bad fish was a dog. So noted.

He turned to leave and heard in a dark voice. “You’re trouble.”

Smirking at the guy, he couldn’t dispute this and every man there took a very sudden and serious interest.

Ahhh, maybe it was kindred spirits after all that made the top of his skull give off the bat signal.

Was he recognizing one of his psycho own?

Aw, he might clutch his pearls with emotion..

They stared and Lawless started to smirk when he saw he was angering the big scruffy bastard.

“I’m Lawless, the chrome beauty out front is mine. I’m a Scorpio and I’m hoping to find my soulmate on match dot com.” He walked two steps then cocked his head to the side. Pale eyes and the other shrewd gazes on him. “And yeah, I’m fucking trouble. Maybe keep it in mind the next time you eye-fuck me for my attention, smiler.”

He strode off, but not before he caught. “For fucks sake, stand down, Hawk.”

Yeah, bad dog, stand down, let me enjoy my beer.

It was not the last run in with the bikers.

Okay, fine, Lawless instigated some banter with a few of them, only because he could and it angered the big dumb one.

One night he situated himself with a beer, resting against the bar and watched two of them get into a brawl. The violence was impressive and his tongue tingled to have a go. It was way back in Kansas he put the hurt on anyone.

When they put the bar back together, kicking the two guys out who got their asses handed to them, the biggest one called Preacher, belly laughed and ambled up to the bar to order jugs of beer.

“Don’t worry, Otis, chucked the trash out.” He bragged to the old guy serving. The green eyes switched to Lawless and he thoughthere we go again.

What did these chumps want, to sit in a circle and braid his hair?

“Lawless, right?”

“Don’t tell me you’re playing wingman for smiler over there.”

The bigger bastard chuckled and knocked ringed fingers on the bar top. “Don’t mind my VP, He doesn’t trust faces like yours.”

“Not my fault I’m fucking handsome, he needs to look elsewhere for a date. He’s not my type.”

Though he was smiling, there was a warning in those eyes. Aww, how sweet, he was ready to defend his best friend forever.

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