Page 30 of Law Maker

The boys celebrated the win and didn’t notice the hell he was in by making sure one skinny girl didn’t die in the night from the grief choking her.

He stayed by his bed while she cried with nightmares, he woke her and got her calm again, then he dumped a kitten on her lap and told her to take care of it, it was her responsibility that it didn’t die.

It soothed the girl and for a minute, Lawless could breathe.

She cried telling him about her parents.

“They killed them. Why did they do that?”

“People aren’t nice. The world is a shitty fucking place that will chew you up and spit you out.” He stated in his cold robotic tone, thinking of his own momma and the trailer park kids who had to fend for themselves because the adult in charge was too busy falling into their selfish addictions. “No one takes care of you better than you take care of you, girl, remember that.”

She stroked the kitten’s head and nodded his way, her soulful eyes ripping at his skin. “I will remember.”

She finally got some sleep on his bed. Lawless left her there, needing air to rid that grief from his torso she’d weighed him down with. He bypassed the party, seeing how the boys were decompressing from the night. He stepped out and inhaled the cold air.

A light shining from the garage made his feet move to check it out.

He found Snake pacing inside, with his two hands around the back of his neck, huffing like a dragon.

Knowing how to read people, it was clear to Lawless what he was seeing.

Snake was on edge.

Understandable.

He wasn’t a killer like him and Hawk.

No doubt he had a case of guilt chewing through his brain for what went down.

The air reeked of lust. He wondered why the guy wasn’t inside getting his Johnson attended to by club clingers.

Vibes rolled out of Snake like steam.

He’d caught them a while back but said nothing because the guy didn’t seem to broadcast his business.

Call Lawless a sexual savant, he could always tell the flavor of someone’s proclivities.

And right now, Snake was broadcasting his louder than a satellite signal in space.

“You good?” Lawless inquired, watching the back and forth pacing.

Snake liked to act the clown a lot of the time, few saw the real man beneath his funny mask. Lawless couldn’t fault him, he’d raised his brothers when he was a kid himself. Had it been Lawless, he would have taken to drugs, no jokes.

Murder made the guy unhinged, showing decency through his skin.

Lawless didn’t feel a thing, that’s what separated him from the rest of the boys.

They had consciences, even if they’d done a service to society by offing theRebels.

Lawless saw it as a job.

He didn’tfeelguilty.

He wasn’t roasting in evilness for the violent crimes they’d carried out.

Snake was suffering and that suffering crawled toward Lawless, almost with begging hands outstretched looking for mercy.

He knew Snake as well as he knew the others. They’d had some good talks and laughs over the years. You get to know a fella real quick when you watch him suck the tits of some random chick.

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