Page 45 of Law Maker

He watched her huff. She liked to huff about shit.

He didn’t give a shit if she was on a date. She exchanged words with the young kid and strode over and slid herself into the passenger seat.

Josh Muller stood on the sidewalk watching him screech away.

“Where are we going? It’s not my curfew yet and why are you even here? We could have given Josh a ride home, you know.”

Yeah, right. Pipsqueak would get in his car over Lawless’ dead body.

“Buckle up, taking you somewhere.”

“Oh, ominous as always said the serial killer,” she smarted. Lawless’ lips twitched with his eyes forward as he took the slick roads up toward the mountains.

“Where’s the Harley?”

“Home, it’s too icy to ride today.”

“When can I drive the Mustang then? I believe you said if I passed my test first time I could. Hello, I’ve had my license for four months now.”

“You said that shit, not me.”

She huffed. “Same difference. So when can I?”

“You’re not driving my car.”

“You are disturbingly attached to this car, grumpy. Do you need to be alone? Maybe we should hold a ceremony. Do you, Mustang, take this big old grouch as your wedded biker?” He heard her grin but didn’t look her way.

Unlike when he first met her, she rarely shut up now and kept a running conversation, mostly one sided. “Where the hell are you taking me, Lawless? I thought maybe to the mall, but we’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Because I’m known for going to the mall.”

She snorted, throwing her favorite English toffee into her mouth.

The cabin came into sight as he rounded the corner and he heard the way she caught her breath. “Whoa. Where is this? It’s gorgeous. It looks like it’s from a movie set.”

“Home.”

“Wait…what? You live… here?”

“Yeah.” He parked and slid out, not waiting for her.

Angela soon followed and was at his shoulder. Gazing up at the two story cabin in light wood, brick pillars, with the wrap around veranda, a balcony on the top floor and the set of stairs leading up. “Why didn’t I know you lived in a gorgeous log cabin? I thought you lived at the clubhouse or had an apartment in town.”

On and on her questions flew out of her mouth as she followed excitedly behind him up the stairs.

“Is this kinky HQ?”

Lawless cut a glance behind him and rose up a brow.

“Where you entertain all your lovers?” She stretched the last word while her cheeks highlighted.

His mouth twitched again. “Don’t say lovers.”

“Fine, grandpa. Do you bring your romantic acquaintances here?”

“No. There’s time to look around later, drop your bag on the porch and follow me around the back.”

“You’re sounding ominous again, grumpy. I gotta tell you, I have a hinky feeling you’re up to no good and I’m not about that life, not before I get to drive that sweet as fuck ride down there.”

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