Page 66 of Law Maker

Lawless smiled on the inside.

It was satisfying to move a chess piece into place.

“Swear on my fucking grave, you don’t bring my name into it. I might not have the Renegade Souls backing me, but I’ll make you regret it somehow.”

Check the balls on him. Lawless laughed.

Dreyers paced some more. “Hot bastard blackmailing me. Should’ve fucking known.”

“Ah, don’t look at it like that, it’s doing a favor, that’s all.” He appeased like a normal man.

Dreyers only snorted and seemed resolved to doing this for Lawless.

Maybe he’d do the dirty on him, get Lawless thrown into ad-seg. Or moved to another prison. But he hoped Dreyers would understand what kind of payback would follow.

Starting with his good wife.

As Lawless turned to leave, he imparted over his shoulder. “I need it this week, Dillon.”

It wasn’t up for discussion.

“Fuck,” the other man said and then sighed, started to follow Lawless out. “Hey, you think I should do that then, with my Emmy?”

“Man, you like dick up your ass, tell her to get on one of those sex toy sites to buy a strap on, her sex life will improve 200%. You fucking normal weirdos, no wonder you all turn crazy with the things you hide.”

Dillon Dreyers asking for Lawless’ sex advice after he’d blackmailed him was as close to crazy as it got.

But what do you know, Officer Dreyers sex life with his nice girl wife was never better after that.

Was Lawless turning into a humanitarian?

Prison wasn’t ideal, it was pretty fucking shitty most days but Lawless had it handled.

He grew a wealth of patience to tap into. Needing only to close his eyes to see hiswhoandwhyreasons.

Never letting himself forget.

Carrying vengeance was a burden he liked on his back.

It kept Lawless sane.

SEVENTEEN

“Stained in ink and sin.” – Lawless

Privacy was an illusion in prison.

Lawless was left alone for the most part, but he was still monitored and told where he could go and when.

Not for the next few hours though. He paid well for the time alone and like a well-trained fish, Dreyers got him uninterrupted time in another other convicts cell.

The pain was welcome, he didn’t feel the needle repeatedly going in his skin.

For more than two hours he watched the tattoo become stained onto his body and didn’t feel a thing other than the thrill of what he was seeing unfold.

The petty thief working on him was a true artist and the design took form on both forearms leading all the way down to his wrists.

“You’re all done, boss,” the guy announced, giving the area a last wipe to clear away dots of blood. Lawless would take care of the area himself with the antiseptic cream and cling wrap in his cell.

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