Page 58 of Law Maker

“We work it out, I’ll sponsor you, the work after that is up to you, kid.”

“Fuck.” He breathed. Dazed and starstruck. “And all I gotta do is be some chicks BFF bodyguard?”

“Yeah.” He’d go over his duties again and again until the kid had them rooted in his brain, so he never forgot what Lawless was promising.

He did not outsource any problem.

This was a first for Lawless, but even as fucking majestic as he was, he couldn’t be in two places at once. He ignored the itchiness under his clothes.

This part of his decision making he’d taken the longest over. Looking out for someone who wouldn’t have a clue what was happening. She was going to see it as him micromanaging her life if she ever found out. Tough fucking shit, he was keeping her little ass alive. He didn’t drag her out of hell to then let her drift in the wind and get swallowed up by demons.

The MC would look out for Angela, Rider was like her second dad and no way would Zara see the girl get into trouble but even they could only do so much if she decided to run wild one day. They couldn’t always be there to make sure she wasn’t hurt…messed with.

Snake especially would do his bit when he talked to his friend. But he knew how prone she was to going off the deep end unprovoked. The more eyes on her the better.

Judge was closer to her age, less of an authority figure, she was likely to listen to a friend who told her when her shit was messed up.

“She hot?” Judge dared ask and Lawless felt the heat start in his sternum and pulse through his deadly eyes.

He didn’t think it was clever to slice and dice a guy in a busy airport. But for a dark second, Lawless considered it, seeing as he planned on jail anyway.

“Excuse me?” He asked in a frosty tone.

“I said…”

“Oh, I know what you said, I’m giving you a chance to rectify the words that come out of your fucking mouth next.”

Judge recognized instantly his mistake, Lawless noticed. “What I meant to say is, if she’s pretty, will she have a lot of dicks sniffing around her?”

Thirty percent of rage scratching beneath his skin receded enough for Lawless’ voice not to sound like the grim reaper had crawled off his jacket to come play with knives and blood.

“She has a boyfriend right now. That situation needs eyes on it too.” Joshua fucking Muller was a lanky piece of piss who thought with his wiener. He was preferable to the college guys who would put real dirty moves on her.

“If you don’t mind my asking, why are you paying someone to do this?”

“The less you ask, the better.”

Judge nodded.

“You get a hundred grand every year you’re in my employ.” He announced and Judge started choking.

Lawless waited it out.

“Fucking hell, man. Is this one of those hidden princess stories I see on Netflix?”

In Lawless’ eyes, the kid lost some of the respect.

In a dog eat dog world, you had to be the shark. Staring across the table, Lawless recognized something in Judge that resonated. He saw himself long ago.

He knew he was a self-serving asshole. A manipulative, controlling one for putting safeguards in place. Judge was the right kind of hungry to do it without being nosy.

For little over an hour he laid it out for him, before he looked up at the boarding announcements. “Your flight is taking off soon.”

“I got the job then?”

Lawless got to his feet, leaned over Judge after putting a few grand down in front of the younger guy. “Get your shit in order, that means the dealing stops now, don’t have no fucker following you here. You sever ties and move you and your kids within the next few weeks. There’s an apartment for you in town,” the smile split the other guy’s face. Lawless wasn’t about handing out wishes to anyone.

He was all self-serving in this matter.

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