Page 65 of Law Maker

Boredom was his biggest issue.

He could get any food and booze he wanted, even a joint if he fancied getting high. He worked out but the monotony gnawed through the gray matter no matter how many books he consumed.

Rider, when he visited, reminded Lawless that he was the only one who’d done this. It managed to keep his head on right.

There was nothing like a psycho out of control.

Fortunately for all concerned, he kept right.Just.

It was weeks later. Almost his six months prison-aversary. He’d seen Bates Carmine only once, walking around like King Tut surrounded by his small prison gang barking to his command. Lawless was either going to have to take them all out or get creative and work around them.

He watched.

And he waited.

His veins humming beneath his skin.

This kill would be the one he remembered on his death bed as being the most significant one.

Carmine and his gaggle of fools enjoyed gloating about too young girls. They passed deranged stories around like perverted currency.Fucking animals. He wanted to slice them all up for fun.

While he had all the time in the world to plan his access to Carmine’s wing via the ever so infatuated Dreyers. Lawless knew Carmine was a powerful man and could amass a fresh sex racket on the outside, defeating the purpose of this whole shitshow. Technically there was five years to get this icing under his belt but he wanted it done.

“I need you to get me over to D wing,” Lawless informed as he watched Dreyers zipping his uniform pants.

The sex flush on the man’s face disappeared for one of exasperation. “How the fuck do you think I can do that? Just walk you through the cameras and about fifty gates? I’ll hold your hand while I do it, huh?”

The boiler room was hot as fuck and Lawless swiped a dribble of sweat from his forehead.

“You bring me here every few days so you can yank your dick, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Was he implying blackmail?Of course.

Did Officer Dreyers think they had an epic romance going on?Please. He didn’t even kiss the guy. It was dicks out, get the job done and over once the last spasm faded. Lawless was not a stick around and cuddle kind of psycho.

Dreyers snorted and Lawless swerved his neck to look at him. The man was fingering his blond hair back into a tidy heap on his head.

“Why do you want over there so bad?”

“The less you know.”

“Yeah, the fuck ever. You know I can’t do that, it’s worth more than my job.”

“Some might say fucking around with a prisoner is worth more than your job, Dillon.”

Yeah, blackmail swirled and Lawless grinned seeing the color highlight the guy’s face. “Get me over there, you don’t need to know anything else.”

“Fuck,” the good officer cursed, paced a few short feet away, yanked at his hair and swore again.

Yeah, the asshole was regretting giving Lawless the eyes right about now.

What did he say about fish? They had no self-control whatsoever.

“If I can get you over there and I’m not saying I can, it’s next to impossible, you don’t involve me. I don’t fucking care what it’s about, you got it? You blame it on Jesus spiriting your carcass there.”

Funny.

Lawless would get on with this guy on the outside. Maybe have some fun with his church going wife too, he’d seen the pics. She was hot in a good housewife needs a decent fuck kind of way. He could picture her trussed up in rubber ropes and hanging from a beef hook while the officer went down on her.

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