Page 36 of Law Maker

A blink.

A breathe.

A clinging body.

A night full of death, pain, fucking and destruction.

Sometimes even Lawless didn’t pick up on the tiny nuances.

Until much, much later.

NINE

“In the mind of a mad man is where revenge is born.” - Lawless

“She has no one.”

Not a guy to eavesdrop, the words from Rider’s old lady drifted over as Lawless worked on a laptop resting on his knees.

A healing kitten snoozing up against his left thigh, a half empty coffee and a plate of pop tart crumbs to his right.

He’d been following a slow-ass breadcrumb trail bouncing across the world through different servers. He was almost caught up with the little cunt who thought he was clever to hide Russian money in an undisclosed location.

The jackoff didn’t know he was up against Lawless.

Eyes burning with fatigue, he was in danger of developing arthritis or some other decrepit affliction because he’d been at it for the last ten hours.

He had prospects fetching him food. And some of the club clingers fell over themselves to do his bidding with whatever else he needed.

Naughty Ellie offered him a blowjob.

He had to turn the girl down because who would concentrate on world espionage when his Johnson was rammed down a throat? Not Lawless.

Now he had those four words rattling around his gray matter.

An onslaught of carnage banged the walls inside his head. And he let his fingers drift from the keyboard, his eyes trained to where Rider held Zara on his lap.

The boys got used to seeing the prez that way with his old lady real quick. Locked at the fucking lips and doing all that moony shit couples in love did.

Lawless didn’t say a word because Rider got butthurt.

But oh, he judged in his head.

A devious man gone soft for a blonde piece no bigger than a pixie was a disaster in waiting if you asked him.

He liked Z-girl; she was showing her mettle around the clubhouse with quite the backbone.

But who in their right mind would sign up for that kind of impotence?

Now the biggest manwhore to ever step foot in theSoulshouse was falling fast for the bartender.

It was fucking madness on uncut cocaine.

One of these days, the VP would get sick of choking out his dick and make a play for the prez’s sister—he’s watched her for years. Then all hell would let loose

Good thing Lawless had his cabin in the middle of nowhere to bunker down when that shitstorm came into play.

She has no one.

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