Page 160 of Indecent Lies
THIRTY-SEVEN
“No wars are without casualties.” - Lawless
Riding through the football field sized compound forecourt, Lawless ignored the Yamaha following closely behind when he parked besides Jed’s Harley trike. The old member couldn’t climb on a hog these days with his arthritic bones, but he still loved a ride on warmer days and he looked killer on the trike.
Stopping the engine, he pocketed the keys, sitting there for a second with his boots braced on the concrete floor while the other bike parked across the way in the only space left.
If Lawless were an emotional person able to feel …anything, he might have some reaction with what he was about to lay down.
But he felt nothing.
His mind was made up a long time ago.
He was halfway through now.
He couldn’t get off this path.
Quitting was for quitters and he was no idiot, or however that saying went.
It started several hundred days ago and he was in the home stretch but this part was going to be the most difficult of all.
He knew someone who could get it done for him no questions asked if he wanted to go down that road again, without the sacrifices he was going to throw down. But that wasn’t Lawless’ flavor, he did his own dirty work.
His trips to Mexico over the past few months were no picnic. But he got some good eats while he was there.
Running a hand over his newly shaved head, feeling the bristles barely an inch long on his palm, he threw his leg over his bike.
He had two objectives today.
Two he intended to see through to the bitter end.
Snake was gonna fucking cry. He just knew it.
Meat was so sensitive.
But then Snake was his best friend, if Lawless were capable of that.
He supposed he was closest to the bodyguard than anyone else.
Not because they’d fucked.
That noise didn’t even register to either of them now.
Not with the guy on cloud nine with his family.
Lawless was happy for him.
Had he been in the cupid matchmaking business, he would have chosen Winter for him. She was right for the man, their noises fit together.
Ah, fuck.
Now look at him, little bastard human emotions trying to get through the cracks of his nothingness.
Someone once called him an unfeeling robot.
He did have circuits that didn’t fire on the normal frequency, he admitted this.
Just imagine what kind of lunatic he’d be if acted solely on emotion.
