Page 60 of Law Maker

Snake knew something was up, what with the private pow-wow out in the forecourt like damsels. “What’s this all about? You’ve been acting weirder than normal and that’s saying something.”

So with the tightness in his chest, an expectancy of sorts, he laid it all out for his friend as best and as quick as he could.

“I need you to take this all in and not get in your fucking feelings, man. The sex trafficking Hades got tangled with ... I’ve been following the trail for years, tracing it back to the belly of the beast and eliminating the bastards.”

When Snake voiced one word, “Why?”

Lawless went on. “The last part of that is the most difficult, which means I gotta go away for a while. As in away, Snake. Becoming prison meat. The cunt of the operation is a confederate flag flying hick, serving fifteen for manslaughter. I’ve tried to access him through contacts inside and it hasn’t worked out. I need to be there to do it myself.”

The more he explained, the paler Snake became. Those tattoos on his hands flexed with his anger.

“I’ve made it so that Charlie Timmons will be here any time now to arrest me for class A possession. It should get me inside with no chance of a suspended sentence. The DA has wanted to get me for a while, so he’ll push for this. You need to get good with it, man, and not … I don’t know, throw yourself on the floor and hang off my leg. Only you, Rider and the VP know right now. But the Prez intends to fill the others in at a church meeting, you help him make it good with everyone else, yeah? I don’t want Archie to get me off, he’s got his instructions too. Once it’s all gone down he’ll try to get me a lighter sentence.”

Anger looked back at Lawless. “You’re just fucking telling me this now?”

“Yes.”

“This is insanity. You could have told me at any time, you didn’t wake up today and decide this.” Snake blew out frustrated air. “There’s other ways.”

“There isn’t.”

Lawless would know.

He would not wait. Not for this.He wanted itfinishedalready.

He let Snake go through his ranting and pacing like a worried housewife.

“I could punch your fucking face off; I fucking swear.”

“We have no time for kinky games and your wife would object, unless she gets off on watching, then maybe another time.” He smirked in return, loose with his blood on fire.

There was a pull through Lawless’ eyes to peer through the clubhouse wall of windows for a second.

Almost like a compulsion but everyone knew he didn’t deal with those like a regular person … right?

Unthinkable.

And yet, his betraying eyes wanted to search through the pane of glass, to see if the kid was okay.

The kid.

Oh, the weaving lies he fed himself with a fucking spoon.

On purpose, he’d avoided several things this last week. One was vomiting up a confession to Snake.Not yet. And the other was not picking up any calls from Angela.

Too much shit to organize, he told himself.

It wasn’t every day he went to jail. That took time and effort to get his affairs in order. Closing down his cabin. Telling his naughty fish that daddy was leaving them in the pond alone. Not to mention mentally preparing himself for the suffocating enclosure for the foreseeable.

He was sacrificing more than he’d ever sacrificed before.

One thing Lawless valued above all else was his freedom.

He might not have roamed in the last few years, making Colorado his home, but the option was there if he needed.

In the next few hours he was going to become like any other incarcerated meat, under the instructions of someone else and his skin crawled like his spiders had come alive.

He’d gotten right with it but still…

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