Page 52 of Law Maker

Ah, trying to save him. Good man, but it was already far too late for Lawless’ immortal soul to be saved. It was probably swimming in hell already.

A psycho did bad things not because he thought they were bad, but because hedidn’t.

It was simple to Lawless, there was no black and white with this.

On his deathbed, Lawless could look through the kaleidoscope of his fucked up life and see this one event where he did something right. Something just.

His brain burned.

His chest felt like it had a boulder pressing him into the dirt.

For her.

He could do this right thing for her so the stains of that one life changing event didn’t crush her for the rest of it.

Because she couldn’t do it, he told himself.

Yeah, let’s all stick to that lie for a while longer.

What many people didn’t know about Lawless was, he was a deviant who tap danced to his own psycho beat.

He did what he wanted for hisownneeds.

Depraved.

Selfish.

Self-serving.

Deplorable.

Unthinkable.

Immoral.

And he walked with murder on his mind.

For her.

Vengeance tasted like bitter vinegar on his tongue.

And knowing the end was coming, he slurped it up.

Tasting the promise of violence to come and he smiled.

THIRTEEN

“Bloody plans.” – Lawless

Badass:Hey, I have a problem.

The text from Angela popped up on his phone screen while Lawless was looking at his mug in the mirror as he brushed his teeth.

He was late for a church meeting but how could they start without the star of the show there? The boys would wait. Rider would likely bitch him out, but he liked hygiene more than the next hobo so he never rushed. Now he stalled to answer the text.

Lawless:What is it?

Badass:Did I disturb you? Are you busy? Didn’t realize it was still early for you.

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