Page 55 of Law Maker

Baby maggots with their over swelled fake egos still had their cliques and expensive cars paid for by daddy.

They eyed him carefully as he pulled up at the curb. Intent on calling Angela to let her know he was here; he didn’t need to when she shot out of the main door and power-walked over to him.

Bracing both his feet on the wet ground, he let his hands go loose on the handlebars, checking her over as he always did.

It was a habit, he supposed.

Looking for open wounds and misery pouring out of her growing body. Angela was a weed with long limbs, longer hair and an attitude that stemmed from the dealt hand. She had pockets of sweet in her for the select people she claimed. Zara and Rider and their kids being some of them, but more often, she wore her attitude like armor.

Their history started with a terrified girl hiding from lunatics intent on selling her young body. And then later with her sobbing grief all over him, he was now hardwired to check she was okay.

Other than hiding behind the long sheet of her dark-dark hair in front of her face, she appeared to be fine.

He held out the paper bag and she grabbed it fast and held it to her chest. “People will think you’re dropping off drugs,” she gasped.

Lawless grinned at her bluster.

“Thank you, grumpy, I owe you one.” She peeked inside. “Oh, candy bars. You totally rock. Scratch off is for me too?”

“If you win big, you can hire someone else to grab your tampons.”

She burst out laughing and Lawless felt a scratching on the inside of his rib cage. It was probably scurvy.

What with the way he was raised in a trailer park, anything was possible.

Couldn’t be another reason.

Oh, the lies psychos spewed.

“And people say you’re not funny,” she sassed him.

Strange that she was one of the few chicks who was not scared of him. Even if he’d tried to shake her off a thousand times. She kept coming back, hovering around him until he sighed and gave in.

Underneath him the engine idled and he tightened his gloved hands on the bars. A lot of kids coming out of the building directed gazes their way. Angela was gonna be a celebrity by being seen with aSoulsbiker.

But it also meant her being seen with aSouls—Lawless in particular, would warn those tiny tadpoles not to fuck with her if they wanted to keep breathing.

The brown bag disappeared into the maroon backpack slung over her left shoulder.

“Wish you could take me for a ride but I have a class. Math blows.” She complained. He knew she was full of shit; her last test scores were almost perfect.

At that, the little pissant she was dating started to shuffle himself forward.

Lawless cut his eyes over her shoulder to watch what the punk would do with his eyes all over Angela.

Sure enough, Josh Muller paused his step when he realized who Angela was with. Then he got into step after pushing out his scrawny chest, specs on his nose, some geeky shirt on his reedy frame.

The walking maggot came forward like he had balls made of titanium.

“Hey, Angie, we’re gonna be late for class.”

She spun around and grinned at the kid. Fucking grinned like he was bringing her a bouquet of world peace in his scrawny hands.

A pulse beat in Lawless’ temple.

“So run along to class,” he warned him and had Angela’s gaze swerving to him.

The boy snapped to attention. “Oh, hey, Lawless, right?”

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