Page 76 of Law Maker

Penn had been correct; he did remember almost word for word the threat he’d given way back then.

Up until today he never intended to see it through.

Not Penn. There’d been too many feelings there for Jay to punish the guy for leaving.

A man can be dismissed one too many times before he snapped.

A new start in Denver…yeah, he could enjoy the cold for a while, it would remind him of home.

And if he put projects into place, all the better.

Penn hadn’t seen the last of him yet.

He’d feel in his gut if their end was near.

And it wasn’t quite there yet…

TWENTY

“Beware the attention of a patient man.” – Lawless

The long gait was strong as Lawless made his way back through the maze of corridors to his second floor cell. Each gate opened by an officer, most of them he knew by name because he gambled with them. They didn’t hassle Lawless as they did some of the other degenerates behind bars.

He entered the cell and Bennie immediately snapped up to his feet like he’d been caught choking the snake. Pants were around his waist… no lube… good fucking lad, Lawless didn’t want to step in someone else’s come. Not in his prison issued sneakers.

He’d trudged through plenty in his time, but he was usually wearing his boots at his private club and his own play area.

Ah, good times. But if he thought about those here, he’d spring a fucking tent in his pants and poor Bennie was already terrified of him without seeing an aroused psycho.

Lawless threw himself down on the bunk and cupped the back of his head with his hands. He had a lot of time to countdown the seconds.

Keep his face out of trouble and get early parole, that was his goal.

Easier said than done.

“Eh … the guard dropped letters in for you over there,” Bennie spoke from his corner of the room. A comic book on his lap and a bag of peanuts next to him. The kid was a night time muncher, it was like rooming with a manic chipmunk.

Ah, what was Lawless to do. He couldn’t go on a wild spree and kill everyone, now could he? Maybe he’d keep it as an option for next year when he was insanely fucking miserable.

He swung his legs off the bed and took two steps to grab the letters.

The old ladies.

Damn, they thought he was gonna be pen pals.

He leafed through Winter’s letter, letting him know Snake was sulking missing him. He half smirked, knowing he’d pick him apart the next time the guy rode through to visit. It was good she wasn’t one of those females who resented his relationship with her man. A stand up chick, and someone he would have chosen to suit Snake.

The next letter he ignored, while hot burning cement poured into his chest cavity where his conscience lived like a fucking lazy rodent. The verylastletter, as it happened.

He didn’t look down at the sedate envelope and the cursive swirl in the familiar handwriting.

It was a fat letter. Telling him what a selfish prick he was, no doubt. She had a mouth on her when she got going in Spanish and English.

He started teaching her French last year. He hoped she kept to her studies; all abandoned kids needed to educate themselves. He’d make sure to tell Judge to encourage her.

Tossing the letter into the box, he placed it back under his bed. And retook his position sprawled out on his back with his legs spread to the very end of the bunk, hands behind his head.

Bennie, chipmunk crunching while he read.

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