Page 53 of Law Maker

Lawless:If I were busy, I wouldn’t have replied. What is it?

Badass:I was trying to be polite and not ask if you were with someone. Sheesh.

Badass:How’s Oscar? I miss the kittens. Don’t rehome them before I can see them this weekend!

He’d tried in vain to warn her against getting her little girl feelings attached to the new batch of kittens he was taking care of. He might as well have tried harnessing a cloud for all the good it did. The girl, in all her hardass stubbornness was still a chick and she attached to the little shits the first day he let her see them. Now she was naming them and making Lawless’ temples hurt.

Lawless:Oscar is fine. What’s the fucking problem, Angela? Stop stalling.

BadassI’m so embarrassed, but Zara isn’t picking up and my foster mom is at work.

Badass:I need some things.

Badass:I’m at school, grumpy. This is an SOS.

Lawless:Things?

Badass:OMG. Don’t make me say it.

Lawless:I can’t read your mind.

Finishing up in the bathroom, he padded bare feet through the polished wood floor of his cabin. His bedroom was on the first floor, it was what he preferred, he didn’t want to be on the top deck if there was ever an ambush. Fuck that noise. He had his jeans and undershirt on before her next text came.

She was a teenager, wasn’t everything so fucking dire to them?

Last week her bad mood was because her foster dad wouldn’t let her go to an unchaperoned party. Good fucking call, Lawless thought. Teen boys were dirty little dogs and Angela’s boy-toy, Joshua Muller, didn’t have the body fat to protect her from a flea, let alone the perverted advances of a drunken asshole.

Badass:Lady things. I need lady things, Law. Omg. I’m humiliated asking you. I’ll never be able to face you again. I guess you’ll be HAPPY about that.

Lawless:Fucks sake, why didn’t you say you were bleeding?

Lawless:Send me a picture of the type you need.

Ever since Zara voiced fostering the kid, she’d been tight with both her and the prez. Every weekend, if the boys dropped by Rider’s house, Angela was there too. She might have had her family ripped from her, but she’d gotten a new one with those two. Lawless was glad she had people like Rider and Zara looking out for her. She was gonna need it more than ever soon and he knew it was getting to the stage where it was the point of no return.

If Lawless had a conscience maybe he’d be nervous about the shit coming up, but he didn’t so he didn’t dwell on the what ifs.

Feet into his boots, he swung into his leather duster coat, grabbed the bike keys, before locking up behind him.

Badass:Because girls don’t go around telling random people we’re bleeding!

Badass:I’m mortified. Horrified. I need a box for my red face.

Lawless:I’ll meet you outside the main entrance.

Badass:I’m forever in your debt.

Lawless:Always the wrong thing to say to me.

Badass:Whatever, grumpy. Thank you!

Badass:Don’t look at me when you get here. And I won’t be seeing you for at least a year. Maybe more, until I get over this terrible event.

Lawless:Works for me. About to ride. Stop texting.

Badass:My hero. Even though you are a sarcastic smartass and you couldn’t go a whole year and not see your best friend. So whatever.

Badass:I MEAN IT, GRUMPY. DON’T LOOK AT ME.

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