Page 87 of Resurfaced Passion
Lawless checked the cell phone location one more time and kept on walking.
Ignoring inquisitive stares. He had no patience for the bad fish today.
Nerves jangling like symbols, his temper amped up more than usual.
Even when he killed he wasn’t this juiced.
He saw her standing by a concrete pillar and for a second his footing faltered with unease and paranoia niggling away at the back of his skull.
He’d looked out for the kid … against his better judgement for a while now. Not like he had a choice in the matter, she’d tagged him like a limpet that first night they’d dragged her and Zara out of hell.
Angela had grown from a mouthy kid into a mouthy brat over the last few years. A smart one, she was gonna rival him one day, he knew it. She soaked up knowledge like a sponge. Already he’d built her two computers to aid her studies.
A mouthy brat was better than being a depressive kid she could have been.
She lived with a good family, went to a good school, had food in her belly, rules and regulations to keep the brat on course for getting into a worthy college.
An allowance Lawless might drop into her account from time to time so she could buy books or save towards her first car.
Someone needed to look out for the girl.
He was doing more than he should, but whose fucking business was that anyway?
Lawless kept right on walking, his crystal blue eyes narrowed when a boy joined her and handed over tickets, he was presuming.
The boy was seventeen-eighteen-soon to be dead.
Not what Lawless had expected but still, lanky little dirtbag, with his shirt tucked into his tan pants, expensive sneakers on his feet and wearing eyeglasses with his hair combed to one side. Shithead looked like he’d crawled out of a geek convention ten minutes ago, but Lawless knew boys his age, thinking with only one thing and it wasn’t the brain in his head, nah it was the tiny pecker between the legs doing all the boy’s decision making.
His scowl grew darker and not because he noticed what Angela was wearing. He made a mental note to tell Zara to advise the kid on clothes that were not so skintight or showing off parts of her belly. Angela had grown a lot in the last year, she must be at least five eight now. Boys were gonna notice her slender figure and long Pocahontas style hair down to her butt.
Not that he blamed a chick in any way for how she looked. Boys were complete one-way thinking fucktards, but he didn’t want randy bastards looking at her…making her upset.Yeah, let’s stick with that.
He could picture gouging out eyes and keeping them as trophies.
She saw him first and her face blanched out like flour, she stalled still as a statue, eyes wide, but Lawless was all stare for the boy at her side who dared to hold her fucking hand.
Her fucking hand. His belly was sloshing from side to side.
Keep it together, you don’t know he’s a pervert yet.He was at a public shopping mall, there was no way he could get away with killing a kid here.
But he knew places.
Oh, yeah. He could take this little bastard there and deal with the problem in two minutes, he’d even be humane and do it quickly. The RS had a slaughterhouse on site for this purpose. Maybe not killing akid.Semantics.
Lawless wasn’t heartless.
Yeah, he was.Stone cold. This kid was about to find out how cold.
“Law! Hey! What are you doing here?” Her voice squeaked, tinged with embarrassment, she dropped the boy’s hand.Good girl.He gave Angela a cursory once over, making sure she was untouched, unharmed and still put together. If only she had a little bruise, a hangnail, a hair out of place, he would have hung the boy from an electrical pole.
“Who’s this?” The boy stuttered and didn’t that just crank Lawless’ nut sack.
He moved his feet until he was soaring over the boy.
“Who the fuck I am is none of your concern, Joshua Muller. You’re gonna answer me a question and if I don’t get the answer I want, then I’ll be paying a visit to your daddy, John Muller, over on Fadler Drive, number 2412, yeah? Thought so.”
Wasn’t life terrific being a world class hacker?
