Page 84 of Filthy Love

He enjoyed what he enjoyed and didn’t give a fuck whether anyone had an opinion about it. His dick, his decision.

The guy nodded and made to move to touch Lawless. Bad fish. “Plenty of time for that, if you want some alone time with me soon.”

“Yeah, man. Yeah.”

Knowing he’d made another human squirm with only the slightest provocation aroused Lawless more than the mediocre climax had.

“Now, go use that big thing on your Mrs, and give her the bag of fun, too. And we’ll get cracking again. I want to really work you out this time.”

Jesus, if Lawless really was interested, this guy’s horny grunt would have done it for him.

But the agenda came first and soon as he heard the catty moans and fucking sounds from the next room he ran the faucet and waited.

Waited.

The noise began to taper off.

No grunts and creaks of the bed.

Game time. He rubbed his hands together and pulled the bathroom door open to find Alex unconscious between the thighs of his equally unconscious wife.

Surprise! Those pills weren’t speed.

At least when they awoke they could get right back to the dicking. Lawless was generous in his forward thinking.

Three days in the planning for this. Five days since he’d used his considerable hacking skills to track this punk down through the online footprints.

Alex Evanson. A boring 9-5 accountant with social media accounts for too many fetish websites who spent an exorbitant amount on queer porn every month. The same man Lawless digitally stalked through all his dirty business to understand how to best manipulate the fucker, was who now working the dirty money and made it all fresh and clean for Grigori Kuznetsov the Russian underboss and current pain in the ass to theSouls.

It wasn’t a chance meeting the other night seeing the couple in that bar.

Nor was it a coincidence how Lawless had charmed and made it very clear how he’d be down for some kinky fun as a threesome.

He’d fucked Zofia ten ways to Easter that night in a rent-by-the-hour motel room not unlike this one, with her randy hubby watching and beating his meat.

Another three days to set this whole little operation up.

Sure, he could have broken in to their house, but he’d seen how Alex carried all his electronic devices on him.

A magpie, indeed.

First things first.

He retrieved a cell phone, pocket book and a 7-inch tablet that wasn’t even password protected from Alex’s jacket. Idiot. Lazily sitting in the armchair, Lawless took his time to dig his sticky fingers through the devices.

And what do you know, the idiocy of the boring accountant with a dick fetish had all the Russian data right there in files sitting waiting for Lawless to come along and copy onto his SD card.

Within the hour he had what he needed and with one final flair for the dramatics he installed micro trojan viruses to scramble Alex’s devices and thus fucking up all of Grigori’s nicely guarded accounts.Fuck you, Russian.

He knew where Grigori’s money was coming from.

Where it was going and who was getting their cuts of the profits.

It was time to cut the snakes head off.

He was an outlaw, maybe one of the deadliest of his time. He loved his bag of toys and would probably weep a tear or three if he ever happened to lose it in an Uber (he didn’t use those kidnap wagons) but not all battles were won using brute force and rivers of blood.

Sometimes the battle had to come from sitting at a boardroom table. Or hacking an impenetrable operating system.

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