Page 56 of Law Maker

As if she sensed what his stare meant, Angela turned to the kid and said, “I’ll be there in a second, save my seat, okay?”

“Okay, babe.”

The kid looked at her with adoring eyes, whatever the fuck that meant. But it was obvious he was feeling it for Angela. Hesitating, he glanced at Lawless again and then he chose right by walking away. Lawless wouldn’t have touched the kid. Maybe. Who knows.

“You don’t have to scare the pants off him, you know.” Lawless tuned back in after mentally ripping that little perverts eyes out of their sockets. “He’s already terrified of you.”

Good. That was good. Lawless smirked.

He kicked off the stand with the heel of his boot and angled his bike around. “He looks like he paints model dragons in his parent’s basement, but he’s still a guy with a dick, angel. Heshouldbe terrified of me. Make sure you tell him I have a gun collection that is eager to shoot off little wieners.” He rasped and made her laugh out loud.

“You’re like the grim reaper, so scary.”

He blanked his face because the brat was not scared of him at all.

“Yeah, yeah. Run to class, get an A.”

“I always do, grumpy,” she boasted and beamed him a grin. “And thanks for these, you saved my life.” He barely heard when she dropped her voice and added, “again.”

He felt that word in his sternum.

Burning.

Clawing away at him.

“Will you be at the clubhouse this weekend? I’ll be at Rider and Zara’s.”

He had things to put in place and he was riding through to Denver to meet up with Judge when he got in from Cleveland. “Heading out of town for a while.”

He watched her brows bunch in the middle. “Oh, anything fun? Going on a date?”

He half smiled, not giving the answer her nosy-self wanted. “Later, angel.”

She stood there long after he took off and he knew this because he cocked his head back at the end of the road.

Joshua Muller was waiting by the entrance, his maggot eyes on Angela while her gaze was on Lawless.

If Lawless was in the business of killing sex maniac boys, that kid would be top of his hit list.

He’d keep it as a back-up.

A guy like Lawless needed hobbies.

But he had other fish to fry today.

Evidence wasn’t going to plant itself for Charlie Timmons, boy wonder sheriff to find, was it?

FOURTEEN

“The stupid die young. The down beaten gets a second option.” – Judge

The young guy coming through the departure lounge had a stride that said he was a little unsure but with an unshakable back bone.

Cocky and youthful, Lawless questioned again his own decision making as he watched Judge walk with his hands stuffed down into his jean pockets. When he saw Lawless, a grin split his face. It was easy to recognize the trailer park kid in that face.

“Hey, man.” Judge grinned. “It’s good to see you, thanks for the plane ticket, first fucking time getting my feet off the ground.”

Lawless slapped his hand and chin jutted over to a nearby café where they found seats. He ordered drinks and food for the kid.

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