Page 50 of Law Maker

He didn’t need permission or acceptance.

He had no fucking clue why he was opening his trap.

“She’s a kid and she got torn from her life, holy man. By men who sell girls like they’re candy canes at a Christmas market. Sell them to worse men than they are, who continue to do sickening things because they get away with it.”

Danny’s face paled.

Now the holy man was getting it.

“I don’t have a soul,” he half smiled. Having known it probably since birth.

He didn’t think like a normal man.

He certainly didn’t have the actions or appetites or the average Joe.

The holy man’s hair would turn white if Lawless spewed what was on his mind.

A constant tick.

Patience andwaiting.

Denial and perseverance.

A darkness creeping through his blood stream.

Ah, maybe his dear old mom was right after all. He was made wrong.

But then, who the fuck was right?

Some might say he was not using his judgement on this.

He didn’t feel remorseful.

Not foranything.

Danny Murphy was sitting next to a deviant and he didn’t even realize it.

“Do you believe an eye for an eye?”

“That only breeds war. Where would it end if we all thought like that?”

Lawless smiled. Watching a naughty little piece of curvy meat eyeballing him from across the sea of tables. The blondie thing was almost deep throating him mentally. And he felt a twinge in his Johnson reminding him of how long it had been since he’d used it.

Ahh, the good housewife. With her lawn service on Thursdays and yoga every Friday with sex thrown in on her birthday.

She couldn’t handle his dick, not even if he fucked her sedate missionary style with no zip ties.

“You wouldn’t want to hurt the person who hurt someone you loved, holy man?”

He found it hard to believe if a person said they wouldn’t.

Fucking liars.

It was bred into the bones to want to hurt back.

Even for an emotionless fucker like Lawless.

It was the principle of the matter.

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