Page 59 of Law Maker

So when his voice rumbled out of him, soft and low, he meant every word. “Don’t ever think about fucking me over, kid. This I am deadly serious about. You step one toe over my rules and I’ll know. If you understand this, if you accept there’s nowhere you can hide that my reach won’t find you, then yeah, you got the job. Only you and a couple of my boys will know the true nature of your prospecting, got it?”

Judge blinked, the pallor on his face a lot paler now. “Sure, sure thing, boss. I won’t let you down.”

He left him to get back to the gate to fly home. Lawless strolled through the airport, neither engaging nor meeting people’s eyes.

Only time would tell if Judge let him down.

Lawless hoped for his sake he didn’t.

FIFTEEN

“The ideas of a mad man.” – Snake

He didn’t know if eye on the prize was the right term of phrase, but today was the day.

Even if Lawless fancied changing his mind …and he didn’t… he’d screwed himself anyway. By being the fastidious fucker he was, which meant he left nothing to chance of it going wrong.

The evidence came from a dealer in Nebraska. And then stashed it in two places before he used a burner phone to anonymously tip off sheriff do-right.

The operation of his arrest would go down in a few hours according to the scanner he was listening in on. Charlie Timmons, so fucking thorough wanted to have his ducks in a row before he got his mitts on the biggest catch of the decade.

What more could the man need? Lawless delivered it in a neat fucking bow for Christ sake, he’d all but arrested himself.

It meant he had time to meet Judge at his cabin. he’d relocated him and his family in an apartment he owned in town and donated an old bike to Judge. It was the start of the kid’s windfall if he kept his head on straight and didn’t fuck up his job.

He again went over the rules, Judge nodding his head in understanding.

Judge hadn’t met his charge yet. All that could change. Lawless, though he planned to be far away, would reach across the country and pulverize the guy if he so much as broke a rule. Emotions were funny things; they often ran the show for the majority. He was taking a lot on trust right now, something he never did.

For the last time, he locked up his cabin and took the ride down the mountain.

It was unfortunate that while he was planning his incarceration, Rider and Texas were getting themselves shot by the Russians. Had the enforcer known what was going to happen, he might have pumped the breaks on his endeavor. But it turned out Rider was fine, hobbling around like Ebenezer Scrooge with a cane. And the better news the fuckingbratvasecond in command was finally in the ground.

Shame he didn’t have the time to celebrate with a decent bottle of Balkan Vodka.

Ah, well.

With his mind numb to the normality’s of life, he headed to the clubhouse with Judge trailing behind to give him his big debut.

He watched all the naughty stares, especially the female ones—even the ones with rings on their married fingers eyeball Judge. Assessing the new meat. It had been a while since any of the boys introduced a new prospect, so he got their curiosity.

He didn’t look while the youngest of that female group eyed him up deeper than others. That was Joshua Muller’s problem if her gaze strayed. He’d of course, factored in what would happen if she fell for Judge…

He had so much to think about and very little time.

Feeling like the rabbit down the hole, but he’d planned this to the letter so it would be fine. Eventually, once everyone got used to it.

It was only when he got Snake outside that he started to waver.

Unnaturally so.

So fucking unlike Lawless.

But there it was.

Threads to the club and the boys were strong as though he’d always been a part of the RSMC foundations.

Strange for a man who wanted no ties to have so many connections to the outside of his skin.

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