Page 8 of Darling Psycho

“Benz?”

“Fucking Benz. He probably knows she’s spying for you too, so whatever intel Angela is bringing, it’s more than likely bogus as fuck.”

Frowning, Rider scrubbed a hand over his clipped beard. “It hasn’t been much. He’s toed the line, so he hasn’t been on my primary radar, other than knowing he’s had meetings with Ruiz in the last few weeks.”

Ruiz was part of the Mexican cartel that dealt in drugs, guns, pussy, and whatever else he could sell. He had a hard-on to work with theSoulsfor years, and only the Raging Rebels scum ever entertained him. Plus, a deal went bad recently with Axel and his Disciples, resulting in Axel’s house being firebombed.

“What’s Ruiz cooking now?”

“You sure you wanna jump back into club business so soon? You can take time off to acclimatize. Three years is a long time.”

Lawless wanted many things right then.

Some he wouldn’t voice because they were his alone.

Other things were his tools he’d missed the feel of in his hands.

All monsters needed toys, and his were spectacular.

A homemade taser powerful enough to make an enemy piss himself.

A cordless drill that left behind oozing holes.

The custom-made garotte he’d used to take out countless Russian goons a few years back. Good fucking times.

He missed his things like a baby duckling would miss its mother.

Ready to jump back into enforcing?

If it meant he felt like himself again, sign him up.

“I’m good, still wanna keep my presence on the down-low, but I can always put my hand in.”

Rider smirked, and for the next hour, the pair talked about an annoying Mexican who needed teaching a lesson.

Funny that.

Lawless knew of another naughty Mexican who needed the same thing.

Only, that wouldn’t be a club-run decision.

It would be all on his hands.

All in good time because that lesson needed patience and skill.

The taste of it was already in the back of Lawless’ throat.

Lingering.

Hungry.

THREE

“There’s nothing like the grim reaper at the door...” – Judge

Lawless wasn’t a ‘drop by anytime for a coffee’ kind of man.

There was a time and a place for socializing.

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