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But Lawless was right about their kinship.

It takes a crazy fucker to recognize another crazy fucker.

SEVEN

“Double adoption.” - Lawless

Being wild doesn’t always translate to being out of control.

Oh, Lawless was that for a while.

But he was the smart kind of wild and out of control.

An oxymoron? Perhaps. But then, he didn’t always have to make sense to anyone but himself. Sometimes he felt like he was conversing with dumb dogs when people tried to engage with him.

For what reason? Bad fish didn’t need reasons when they saw Lawless.

They were fearful and gave him a wide berth. Or they gravitated to him like he was the sun and they were flapping their Icarus wings.

Fear and lust.

It was all the same uproar whistling through his ears.

His knuckles hurt and his neck hurt.

While he laid in his bed under what felt like a mountain of heavy blankets, he wondered why his body hurt all over.

Voices outside the door brought him to alertness. His knuckles and neck pain tag-teamed a throbbing head. Sickness rolling through his torso.

Hangover, he deduced.

Which meant he was probably in a fight last night.

Lawless rolled to his back and threw off the blankets, letting air get to his naked skin before he suffocated. He reeked of liquor and smoke.

“You see Lawless this morning?” He heard outside of the door.

“Nah, Jed. Not since that shit last night.”

“Heard it was bad.”

“If you call nearly going Joker on some guys face bad.”

The other voice was Preacher.

Three years with the Renegade Souls MC as the enforcer, and his bad reputation as big as it had ever been. He was reduced to gossiping dudes outside of his own door.

Groaning against the pain, he rolled out of bed and threw open a window to dilute the rancid atmosphere in the room. He didn’t care it was the middle of winter and snow was everywhere. His balls would freeze in minutes but at least he could breathe. Cool air stinging his lungs, while the two sacks of meat congregating outside his door continued to flap their gums.

“He’s been on one lately.” Rider’s uncle piped in.

“Celebrating that win over Hades. We got the shipment and Lawless went to town on some of theRebels. Left three needing the emergency room.”

“Can’t say as I have any sympathy. Is our boy good?”

Our boy.

They’d claimed him soon as they put that patch on his leather cut.

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