Page 61 of Law Maker

“This guy who’s locked up, why does it have to be you?” Snake questioned. His pacing stopped and he fired a glare even as sirens sounded in the background. “We’ve got contacts to reach those inside.”

“I finish what I start,” he answered. Vague as ever.

How could he answer when he himself didn’t know.

His fucking neurons didn’t fire right, Snake knew this and still expected answers.

“I kill shit,” he went with. “This guy needs killing. You have a wife, you want her to be taken by someone like him, an organization like this?”

It was a low blow, but Lawless was unsteady in his body, defensive like never before and he watched Snake scowl.

“It’s a lot to give up. But fucking drugs? Why didn’t you admit to Hades murder and be done with it?”

Lawless grinned. “I want to get inside for a while, not get the electric chair.”

“You’re fucking certifiable.”

More than likely.

But there was more he had to say.

He handed over two sets of keys. “You and the MC will make sure she’s not wayward, right? You know she’ll take this personally; she’ll react first.”

“Angie.” Snake’s voice dripped coldness. Lawless felt that noise hit him in the sternum. “This is all for her?”

“She’s gonna need some place to stay when it’s time for college, you can give her the run of my cabin. Everything is paid direct so there’s no worries there. The keys to my Mustang, give her them on her eighteenth birthday.”

The shock coating Snake’s face might have been comical if not for the growing sirens. “Your Mustang? The car you don’t let anyone touch; the thing you love above anything else…”

“Yeah, yeah don’t make a scene. I can’t deal with your emotions.” He warned.

“I don’t get …what the fuck, Law.”

It gave him the scratch to explain himself but this was Snake.

“I let her become too dependent on me, she’s about to go to college, be her own person, this is to help her out while I…”

Clarity hit Snake’s face, almost as if he were seeing shit Lawless himself didn’t see. But that was impossible, Lawless reasoned in every eventuality. He didn’t sprout up from the manure pile yesterday.

“Fuck. Lawless.Fuck. You’re untangling yourself. Fuck, man. You’re gonna break her, you know she…”

He interrupted before Snake could finish that sentence. “Let her keep the orange cat, she’s attached to him now, if her foster folks won’t have it, convince Rider to let her keep it at the club.”

Snake’s face was a wash of reality that Lawless didn’t want to face.

Such fucking human emotions stinking up his nose…making him taste them too.

Things he wasignoring.

A tick worked Lawless jaw.

Thank fuck for the law speeding through the gates or he might have got emotional or some other pedestrian display.

For a second, while the two men faced the cops, Snake gripped Lawless’ shoulder. He knew his buddy would do as he asked, even if he bitched at him for the next decade.

Snake watched it go down.

So did the rest of the clubhouse who piled outside.

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