Page 62 of Law Maker

He’d think about those female screams of his name later and the days to come.

He’d done right by not prewarning her.

Who needed a monster as a guardian?

He’d done what he could to ensure her future. With deposits instructed from his accountant to go into her bank account for her college years. She wouldn’t have to struggle or rely on dead end jobs.

Rider and Zara would help.

Snake would do his part.

The club would go on without him.

Lawless, as the enforcer had done his bit, got the club to a place that was good. He felt okay leaving them as they were.

Jail wasn’t the end—but a different beginning.

His plans were far from over. There was still the problem of getting access to the guy once he was on the other side of the bars and that could be weeks, months or even years, depending on the verdict.

Patience came in many varying forms. For Lawless who was acclimated to his own instructions being met with obedience, this new patience was going to take some adjusting.

The moment the cops picked him up, he was no longer Lawless, feared enforcer of the MC world.

He became Penn again.

The lengths he was going to, not even Lawless himself could have anticipated.

He breathed.

He adjusted.

He endured.

Through it all he kept his shit together.

The first night the steel door closed behind him after his sentencing and he climbed onto the thin bunk. He knew then … Penn wouldn’t have sacrificed much in his pathetic life.

Lawless sacrificed italland he did it with a sinister sneer on his face.

His final prey was in the prison somewhere and now he had five years to seek him out.

Game on, motherfucker.

SIXTEEN

“I meant my wedding vows. And then Penn happened…” – Dillon Dreyers

Slop in this place was disguised as food and Lawless was less than impressed.

He wasn’t a lobster and foie gras kind of man but he liked decent tastes in his mouth. A juicy bacon cheeseburger, decent waffles and pop tarts.

Once again he was thanking his status as aSoulsfor going a long way to getting him the good shit from the kitchen. It didn’t hurt that it was a former Renegade Souls member from the old crew doing the slopping so he saw to it that Lawless had a good plate every day.

In turn, Lawless made sure no one bothered the old guy doing three life sentences for killing his old lady and her two lovers.

The days went on.

At first there was no opportunities to discover where in the prison his target was.

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