Page 47 of Law Maker

He made her go through reps until the gun felt familiar in her hands.

She was a shit shot 6 times out of 10. But if she ever needed to fire a gun he was giving her the skill to know how to handle it.

Three hours he kept her on his property and only when he saw her teeth chattering did it bring the session to an end.

There was a pile of bullet casings at her feet.

He was proud she’d lasted this long, but he knew she had a stubborn head.

That was good too, stubbornness kept a person alive.

“What was all this about?”

In the process of locking the gun away, he tucked the box under his arm ready to toss it into his safe inside.

Lawless wasn’t known for sugar coating so he didn’t start now.

“I can’t always be around to make sure the monsters don’t get you. The MC can’t always be there if something happens. You’re gonna have to fight for yourself. Now you have tools at your fingers to do that.”

She’d grown a lot from that terrified fourteen year old kid. She wasn’t dumb, she was more aware of the dangers of the world than most girls her age. “Come on,” he told her. “We’ll get you fed and I’ll drop you off at home.”

“Grumpy.” Her voice wobbled.

This was usually when Lawless disengaged once people started secreting emotions out. His feet kept him there. Her dark-dark eyes searching him for questions he wouldn’t give her answers to.

Not right now.

“Should I be worried why you’re doing this now?”

“Nah, badass. Worry about college next year and all the half-drunk punks you can now shoot in the balls if they try anything.”

She laughed but it didn’t reach her eyes.

He’d put concern in her head.

And more than that, she was perceptively aware of his moves even if she didn’t know why and wouldn’t know why for a while yet.

“Hey, grumpy?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I look around?”

She had some rock chick dress sense going on lately. Couldn’t be Z-girl’s influence because she dressed like a foreign princess.

Dark jeans tighter than skin. Brown boots with a ribbed tank under a scuffed dark red leather jacket. One glance and he categorized it all, including her toffee colored skin with the fine dusting of freckles. Long poker straight ponytail swishing half down her back.

No wonder she had the Josh’s of the world panting like dogs.

Now she’d know how to shoot the perverts.

“Knock yourself out,” he said rustily, aware he was opening the door for her to precede him.

He heard her laughing up his staircase leading to the floor of bedrooms and bathrooms. She yelled down. “You’re being so agreeable. I’ll get behind the Mustang’s wheel soon, I just bet.”

Lawless smirked. “You’re not driving my car.”

He went to put the gun away.

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