Page 4 of Law Maker

For a man with a 187 IQ he had a habit of ignoring his own voice when it spoke in loud bullshit spews.

There was a purpose to his madness and it didn’t include being a pen pal to a clingy teen.

The cell door opened behind him and the bag of bones startled into a pause pose in the doorway as he always did before advancing. His cellmate was a quiet guy, just as well, Bennie didn’t need to become Lawless’ project through sheer boredom.

Lawless wasn’t a monster.

He didn’t pick on the unsuspecting.

Unless he did.

Always conflicting energy, wasn’t he?

It felt like rust in his blood, making him lethargic most days—too much time to think.

To think.He hated being entombed in his own neurosis; it was so fucking pedestrian.

He preferred todo. But here he had to wait like a dick playing chump.

With too much time to think.

Sighing, he scratched around the base of his neck almost as if his tattoos had come alive to torment him.

Some reminders were more subtle than others.

For a second his head went back decades to a putrid trailer park.

He was itchy lately and not because of any skin disorder.

No, this was the unhealthy itch. While he was behind bars, serving his time like a good convict, he didn’t have the means to see to dark itches.

What was a fella to do?

He and his sexual depravity had a long scary history.

There were no broken birds in this particular block to make bleed.

Oh, they were damaged and fucked up, but what was the point of that when they didn’t give his Johnson a tickle?

How was a predator supposed to survive on a diet of stale air?

No scared pussy to fight.

No terrified pussy to beg for their life.

Depressing.

Not that he wasn’t getting laid but it all had a purpose and it didn’t amuse Lawless in a satisfied way. It was empty air breathed through cloth.

It served his reasons. He got off and then forgot all about it.

Lawless was a lot of things—headstrong, difficult, andprecise.

Not someone to mess with.

Not even for fun.

He heard the whispers as he strolled through the block. Head high and a sneer on his lips— oh, he heard. Naughty little maggots licking their chops like they thought he was delivering a six foot four hamper to their cell.Please. Lawless had better things to do with his endless hours of waiting and boredom. With no intention of starting up whatever club they had in mind.

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