Page 57 of Law Maker

There’d been no cause to ever remember anyone from Ohio other than the few people he checked in with from time to time to see if they were dead or doing time.

Judge being one of them.

Twenty-one year old Judge took care of his brother and sister due to their mother being the same waste of air as Lawless’ mom. If not for the different coloring and surnames, he’d swear those bitches were born from the same rancid blood.

Judge was a two-bit crook who did what he had to do to earn a buck. Not all of that shit was above board. It was a miracle he’d never gotten himself caught in Jay Benz’s conglomerate by working as one of his many gofers. When Lawless was doing a bit of hacking he discovered one more strike with his kid siblings getting into trouble at school and they were going to get taken away.

Lawless wasn’t much into small talk on any normal day and today was not normal so he didn’t beat around the bush. He knew all he needed to know about Judge and what he’d been up to with his small petty criminal crew over the years. The kid was a survivor, he was loyal to those he gave a fuck about. He went all in, sometimes being a dangerous little shit. Above all else, the kid was ready to claw his way out of that Ohio pit the same way Lawless had all those years ago.

A hungry man was willing to do just about anything.

And Lawless was banking on Judge being ravenous.

“I have a job for you. And if I give you this job it means a better situation for you and your siblings.” Judge’s attention caught because the coffee paused halfway to his mouth. Blue eyes focused on Lawless. “It also means relocating to Colorado. Getting out of the shithole back home and all the trouble you’re amassing back there before it gets you killed. You down for that?”

“Fucking hell man, you serious? Course I’d be down for it. I’d burn that park to the ground on my way out if I had a chance to get my brother and sister out of there.”

Lawless smirked. “No need for pyrotechnics. But I need to know you’re serious. You don’t get to fuck around, not even once. You burn means you go up in flames and I’ll be the bastard holding the match.”

Judge half laughed. “Man, you’ve been gone for a long fucking time, but it doesn’t mean we don’t hear about what you’re doing or who you’re doing it with. I’d be insane to fuck you over. Which Iwouldn’t. I want to get out of that place, you know that. Fuck, I’d sell my left nut to get out of there. I’ve been trying, you know.”

Lawless did know.

And that’s why Judge came to mind.

“You still dealing?”

Lawless had the answer already and wanted to see if the kid told the truth. He wasn’t about to trust a liar with something as sensitive as this. Surprisingly he didn’t hesitate. “It’s good money and that’s what I need to keep me and the kids afloat right now.”

“You ditch the dealing if you come to Colorado, we don’t tolerate that shit in our patch. I need your head on straight, not worrying about 8 balls and chasing after dime bag pittance.”

“You got it. What’s the job?”

“Babysitter. Bodyguard. Confidant. Whatever the fuck is needed.”

“For you?”

Lawless cracked open a fresh smirk. “Not me. Someone I know. Someone who is important to the club.”

Judge showed Lawless he’d chosen well by asking the right questions. “Why can’t your MC do the job then?”

“They will, but there’s always instances they can’t be around. She’s a brat, she pushes against authority. You’re young enough that you won’t register as being the one keeping her head on right. This is a 24-7 never off the clock deal. That means if you have a dick date and she needs something, you ditch the dicking.”

“Ah,” he said. And then. “Does this chick know she’ll have a minder?”

“No, and she won’t find out either. That’s part of your job description. She finds out and you’re canned. That’s rule one.”

“Got it. Is she in danger, like am I gonna need to take a bullet or something?”

He’d been watching too much James Bond.

“If there’s bullets, sure, she doesn’t get a scratch on her. But I don’t foresee any of that. You make sure she doesn’t get in trouble of any kind. No one messes with her. Or punk-ass little fuck boys don’t get in her pants if she doesn’t want them in her pants and you do this by any means necessary.”

Judge had a reputation for using his fists so he’d trust the kid to do what he had to in that equation.

“You do that and you’ll have a sweet set up in Armado as a prospect, but that shit you earn yourself by putting in the work.” The eyes watching him lit up like Lawless had handed him the right of passage to Santa’s workshop. He knew what he was offering. Not simply a well-paid job, but the IN to the Renegade Souls. Getting a passing shot at being a prospect was hard to come by. They rarely took any one on, the last being Dix and Coop and those meat were due to patch in any time now.

“You mean it? I get to be a prospect?”

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