Page 51 of Law Maker

Hehatedmen who picked on the weak.

“I would try hard not to. But who is to say in any situation where it causes harm to someone I love. I would hope I could get through with my faith.”

“That’s where we differ, you and me. You’re good. I’m not.” Smirked Lawless and meant it.

“Tell me more about this hypothetical problem. Do you mean to do harm to someone?”

“Someone’s, holy man. It’s many, many someone’s.”

Three years of tracking, hunting and killing. Without realizing, it had become his biggest obsession yet.

The payback was a hunger he felt deep in his gut.

They’d hurt and damaged. So he hurt and damaged in return. It seemed pretty cut and dried if you ask him.

It was never a good outcome for Lawless’ brain to latch onto something. Because in obsessive mode it was always very…verybad for the recipient.

This though, came with a purpose.

The most important thing he’d ever done with his life. Bound by a silent promise to see it through to the bitter end. So that one day someone—if not him, could tell her that every last person who’d hurt her and her family were turned to dust

No matter what he had to do, he was seeing it to its conclusion.

“For the last few years I’ve been hunting down every person associated to what happened and dealing with it my way.”

Murder was implied, he thought.

It led him all over the country.

Arduous trips on his bike with only one mission on his mind.

He couldn’t kill Hades, what a fucking shame they all didn’t get a turn with that degenerate. But he could deal with the scum along the food chain.

When the lines ultimately went dead at some points of his hunting, he only had to put that noise of her screaming in his head again and it forced him on.

Get it done.

See it paid back in full.

“Is there a reason you’re sharing this with me?” Danny asked.

Maybe he wanted to tellsomeone. He couldn’t confess to his boys not yet; they’d want to knowwhy. He didn’t fucking know why.

It was no secret who the good pastor’s kin were.

Talk was they were the Irish version of his MC.

“Isn’t confession good for the soul?”

Danny didn’t laugh. He didn’t grin. He looked pensive and a little sick.

“Only to those who have them, Lawless.”

He laughed and inclined his shaved head. “Touché. Don’t worry, holy man, I don’t want anything. In fact, I’ll owe you a favor to keep your mouth shut.”

The pastor laughed and it broke the tension.

“Be careful, Lawless. Some things you can’t come back from. For you and who you’re doing it for. We are each responsible for our own morality and sometimes if the lines blur, it’s hard to come back from it.”

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