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The silly fool was protecting him by going with fucking criminals.

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Angela was in a lot of trouble.

Shit.

Double shit.

Lawless would kill her.

Inhale.

Exhale.

What could she do?

She was locked in a chest box.

Her hands were tied behind her, limbs bent at uncomfortable angles, and were now numb from lack of circulation. They’d thrown her in there like they were tossing around groceries.

Don’t do a fucking thing, and your boyfriend won’t get blown up.

The threat was still shaking her heart. Was he okay?

What would Lawless do?

He wouldn’t be losing his shit. That was a fact.

Lawless was the calmest, most resourceful man she knew.

Her heart had been in starvation mode a long time.

Her soul was just as greedy.

How cruel it was to show her how great forever could be and then have it snatched away.

Coldness seeped into her veins while her frantic mind desperately tried to think of ways out of this.

She got colder and more frightened when she knew there was none.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Her next breath didn’t bring any answers.

THIRTY-SIX

“A scared psycho is a dangerous psycho.” - Lawless

Nothing in his life had mattered until this moment.

For the first time, Lawless was scared.

Looking at every brother, it was like seeing their truth through a kaleidoscope.

And the terrifying thing was, they thought he was about to implode with rage.

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