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1 " Lawless didn’t deal with emotions. They were pesky ant bites, and he hadn’t been tested, but he was almost positive he was allergic. "
― V. Theia , Darling Psycho (Renegade Souls MC #12)
2 " To know a psycho was to be a psycho. Lawless had always worn many hats to many people. Thug. Thief. Entrepreneur. Biker. Hacker. Enforcer. Cat doctor. Dominant. Kinky fucker. Aloof sadist. The list was endless, and people got creative coming up with terms for him when he didn’t fit into a box of their choosing. "
3 " What Lawless instilled in most people was fear or lust. Two halves of the same coin. "
4 " Some might call him soulless. This wasn’t true. If he had no soul, the world would quake with fear for what he could do. "
5 " 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. "
6 " He didn’t go through over a thousand days in prison to self-destruct now. Lawless didn’t have a death wish. But right now, he had a brain that screamed for him to hunt and kill. "
7 " Lawless could have used many suitable and decent lies to validate what he was doing. Hadn’t he lived by that truth many times over already? Oh, yes. A monster knew the way around a good lie enough to swallow it like venom. But there was no lie here worth shit. "
8 " His veil dropped. His lies melted away. His dark solitude yawned to grab someone into it with him. Facing the truth like a big boy, Lawless’ gaze observed the girl he had a hand in helping to raise because she’d fucking attached herself to him like mold against his will. And the truth was glaringly bright now, as it was over a thousand days ago. She was as beautifully sinful now as she was on the day, he left her behind. Who could say when the grain of heat flourished inside his chest. Only that it was there, coming alive. "
9 " Lawless moved his finger over her image only once. Like a monster would stroke its favorite caged pet. I’m home. I’m here for you now. "
