Page 29 of Law Maker

Though none of them guessed it at the time.

Fucking hindsight was a cunt.

Who would predict that shit?

Lawless watched Rider—the calmest, most level headed man in history, lose his complete shit over Zara when he found out what happened to her. He became a wrecking ball of emotion, running only on fumes and hanging by a shred of sanity.

For an analytical personality like Lawless, devoid of emotional attachments, it was like jumping in on season nine of a TV show where everyone was dead and you didn’t know the storyline but you watched anyway.

He couldn’t give it much thought, not with his blood pumped from the nights activity.

He showered off the scent of blood and fire and he grabbed a beer.

The boys were supposed to be alibied with the club party, for when the law came sniffing around. Somehow … and he still didn’t know how it happened, but Lawless got tagged by that limpet chick he’d dragged out of theRebelsplace.

Lawless minding his own damn business got attacked by a screaming female. She clung to his torso as though she wanted to burrow into his skin and sinew and make a bodysuit out of his bones. Her nails went into his back through his shirt and her face embedded in his chest. For the first time in his fucking life.

He.

Lost.

His.

Shit.

“FuckingHELL! What’s happening right now? Get it off me, Prez! Someone get it off me fucking now, it’s watering all over me!” The sobbing stopped but Lawless felt the girl shuddering in great big trembles on his body and his eyeballs implored Rider, who was dealing with the blonde one. “Are you all fucking deaf? Come and get her off me!”

“She’s not so different to a cat, Law. She’s quiet. Keep her that way.”

No fucking good came from helping anyone. Least of all the helpless.

There was a reason animals in the wild killed their young.

He was the MC enforcer, before that people would have called him a common thug or doctor death. He handled his own shit with his brains and his hands.

And a little girl took him down.

After extracting her skinny girl arms from around his waist, he internally shuddered. Feeling his skin heightened from the touch even through his shirt and coat and he glowered down at her.

She was skinny, but tall.

Dressed in a matted green t-shirt and jeans. Her long black hair hung around a face shrouded in sadness and fear.

Both emotions clawed their way across the floor to him and tangled around Lawless’ legs.

“Listen, I know it’s been a shit night for you,” he started, her tear filled eyes locked on him, pleading with silent screams. “You’ve probably had a worse few days in that place, but you gotta get it together, okay? For right now, you need to get it together. I’ll give it to you straight, always give it that way, so I’m telling you now, suck back the emotions until a time you can let it go.”

He didn’t know if it was his no nonsense voice or the delivery in which he spoke to her. But she stared him in the eyes and he watched her draw those emotions back in a great shuddering breath. Almost as though she was wishing the fear to stand at her side and not bother her for a while.

“That’s good. Now, let’s get you sorted with something to eat first.” He started walking in the other direction and the girl quickly followed.

And she stayed by his side for hours.

When he fed her.

When he made sure to distract her by teaching her how to play poker.

She became his smaller shadow, to the point he had to physically stand her outside the bathroom while he took a piss in peace.

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