Page 27 of Law Maker

The strung up bag of bones had been a very bad boy, pushing dope for Hades crew for months now. Trying to sell to Lawless last night was a bad idea. Now he was an unpaid customer in their slaughter shack.

Begging for his life.

They all begged.

It was pathetic and downright fun.

Jay claiming he was a serial killer in the making started floating around his head as he selected a tool to use.

“Who’s your supplier?” Standing in front of the hanging body, Lawless grimaced at the stench. Being worked over by Hawk already, it was no wonder the guy looked half dead, bleeding from his orifices. So pathetic.“Aw, don’t want to talk? That’s okay. I was hoping you wouldn’t.” he depressed the drill and felt it buzz in his hand.

The guy started to panic.

Lawless grinned. “I’ve no idea why people call me a lunatic. I’m frankly offended. You see my brother over there? Now he’s a lunatic.”

“Stop showboating, you mad fuck. Get on with it.” Hawk growled. The headcase was forever impatient for the kill.

Lawless liked to play with his food.

He was in no way religious but this was his church and he was in a mood to pray.

He made the guy scream when he pushed the drill into his kneecap. Bones crushed to dust, blood squirted on his shirtfront, then he had to wait an hour for the meat to regain consciousness.

It was no fun when they passed out.

But Lawless possessed enough patience to wait it out.

Eventually he got his answers.

The metal shed was scrubbed from top to bottom by the prospects. And Lawless celebrated with a beer and a fuck later that night.

A grateful club clinger went home with a few marks on her sated body.

“You know it freaks people out when you grin to yourself,” he caught. and watched Snake throw himself down on the couch opposite him in the clubhouse. A big tattooed guy with a heart soft as marshmallow.

How he was in a one percenter MC, Lawless still didn’t know.

Snake was a puzzle alright.

“It scares people when I go batshit too, don’t you know by now, I do what I want?”

Snake half smiled but didn’t touch that.

Just as well ‘cause Lawless was not of a mind to open up his guts and tell everyone why he felt unhinged lately.

So he used his tools as any man would.

He wasn’t an animal.

Until he was.

Tonight he wasn’t, so that was good for everyone.

“We’re having a BBQ at home, buddy. Got smoked brats with your name on.” Snake offered. That meant he was cooking for the brothers he took care of like his own sons. So fucking domesticated, he wondered how the guy did it.

Was it any different to what Lawless himself did for the trailer kids back when? Yeah, ‘cause Snake had his strangling emotions attached to those boys. He did everything for them with his heart bleeding open.

Sometimes he saw the strain on the bodyguards face, in the long line of his gait. Witnessing the sentiments leaking off his face. Especially if he had shit on his mind concerning one of his kids.

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