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It didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about later for the next few hours.
The thought of his date didn’t leave his mind while he collected money.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“Even Batman had his psychotic reasons.” - Lawless
Heshouldhave gone home to his three thousand square foot two story cabin halfway up the Colorado mountains, secluded from people with just a few bears for company.
Maybe invited Reaper and Arson over for a game of poker like normal guys did.
Lawless should have biked his ass up that mountain and stayed there or even tagged along with Reaper to play scary sidekick while the ghost collected money from their gambling dens. Reaper was a quiet sort so he wouldn’t have to engage in any conversation at all.
Instead, he allowed Zara to invite him and a few of the others home for a cookout.
Because of his mistake he was now fucking unhinged and tweaked inside his blood cells.
It was unwise and multiple times already he told himself to turn the hell around. He had no business being this mad riding like a maniac across town.
Go home, leave her to it. She was a smart cookie, she had Zara’s number, she had her foster-father’s number, she knew how to call 911 for fucks sake, and still his Harley headed into the direction of the Westbank Falls shopping mall.
Maybe hewasunhinged after all and it wasn’t just a big har-har joke.
He’d had some dicey times in his life, he could be a fucking nutcase and not even know it.
There was definitely something missing between his brain cells.
In the dark crevices... yeah, nasty little spaces.
His neurons fired too fast or something like that.
Just because he was a self-educated psycho didn’t mean he was a smart cookie where it counted.
Case in point with this errand of fucking mercy when he sped up his bike to arrive all the faster, choking the throttle, the beast under his ass rumbled at a speed he could get arrested for—his chest knocking like a fucking drum.
He didn’t want to acknowledge what the noise was he was hearing inside his head… the same thumping clawing along the spongy part in his torso.
It was nothing good.
But he answered to the call, nonetheless.
He’d used an app on his phone to locate her exact spot. An app he’d hidden on her cell phone, not weird at all. Vigilant. It was admirable, really when he thought about it.
Doing a service for the less fortunate.
She was still outside.
Good.
He didn’t want to pound feet inside the mall, those places with their perfume counters and hotdog stands gave him the creeps, it was a Stepford wife mecca for the nice, normal mom brigade who liked to buy blinged-collars for their ugly mutts and push their fat kids around in strollers.
She’s on a date.Zara had chuckled while setting more food down on the round table in the prez’s kitchen a while ago.
His mouth had been full, enjoying the home-cooking as usual. She wasn’t bad, he didn’t mind being a guinea pig to her burned efforts. And only half listening to Tag across the table who was giving dating advice to a sleeping Knox.
She’s on a date, how cute.
Lawless, with a rare moment of surprise had paused mid-bite on his chili cheese steak burrito, the food turning to sawdust in his mouth as his head symbolically exploded all over Zara’s sweet, homely kitchen without a soul noticing.
