Page 26 of Law Maker

Three years and it still felt itchy at first to hear the claim but it wasn’t a bad itch.

They didn’t stifle Lawless, almost as if they sensed he couldn’t stand being clung to.

He’d gone to war with those boys and relished the fight.

He was a damn good enforcer, tooting his own horn.

He and smiler worked as a good pair. Mainly because Hawk hardly opened his fucking trap and that worked fine for Lawless. But the pair of them were in sync when it came to mutilating those who needed taking down a peg.

Rider discovered early on in Lawless’ recruit that he didn’t have a ceiling on what he’d do.

“Seems to be,” Preacher replied as those two wandered away from the door, he heard Jed’s retreating voice. “I’ll keep an eye on him today.”

They’d claimed him whether he wanted claiming or not.

Fortunately they did it in a way that didn’t tighten Lawless’ skin on his bones. Otherwise he would have hit the road long ago.

Not that he was putting down firm roots. Even if his mountain log cabin was brand new. He figured owning property was the smart move.

Secluded and out of the way of nosy fools with the right amount of distance from the club. There was privacy in the custom built lodge, spaced apart from the main house. He could have his pleasure with bad fish without letting them fester in his house.

Did he go there last night for fun?

He couldn’t remember, but he’d soon know once he took a ride up the mountain to check it out. There was always evidence of his enjoyment in the lodge. Sometimes it was a body hanging from meat hooks. Usually blood or come on the floor.

Fish did not have good house manners.

Not when Lawless was fucking them or beating them.

Was that his flavor last night?

He didn’t always go down the kinky route when he wanted to get off. But being as his memory was pretty sketchy, he didn’t have the first clue what he’d done or with who. He only remembered how angry Hades was and Lawless celebrating being the one who pissed him off.

Across the room a noise caught his attention and he swerved his neck, ignoring the pain ringing through his ears. Padding naked across the floor, he crouched, looking at the tiny gray kitten inside a cardboard box. It was mewling pitifully, not grown into its voice box yet.

Stroking a fingertip over the small furry head, it started to butt back for attention. “Hey, champ, you survived then, knew you could do it.”

He went about bottle feeding the abandoned kitten. He fattened them up, got them to a stage where they could fend for themselves then found them a home.

The boys questioned it at first.

The killer with a heart.

It wasn’tthat.

And Lawless wasn’t big on explaining himself so they dropped it eventually.

Two nights later he shared a glance with Rider then Hawk, who skulked in the corner waiting his turn.

It was Lawless’ turn right now and he wasn’t giving it up for anyone.

“You know, when I joined you assholes, didn’t have the first clue it would be this much fun.”

He circled the bag of bones strung up from the ceiling by the emancipated wrists, bones jutting out of his skin. The rest of the body didn’t appear any better. Drugs, man, they took a person’s dignity that was for fucking sure.

Rider chuckled. “We’re all give, man. You boys good here? I got somewhere I need to be.”

“Sure thing, Prez.”

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