Page 13 of Law Maker

Yeah, it was lust.

Maybe this guy was going to kill him for stealing.

Penn had heard worse stories.

No one messed with Jay Benz and lived to gloat that tale.

He ran exports and he got his hands on anything he wanted.

If the stories were right, he didn’t deal in kids or the unwilling. Meaning he didn’t have a stable of bitches he farmed out for fucking. But he did own several strip clubs that Penn had been to a few times. By all accounts he took care of his girls very well.

“Gonna go on eye-fucking me, or can I go now?”

“Since you asked so polite. No. Take your thieving hands up to my table, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Penn turned but stopped with the sound of the rough voice. “You better hope I see you up there, because if I have to come and find you…” the threat unsaid.

Giving him an unbothered look, Penn took off through the crowd.

Everyone inBar Helixknew Jay Benz’s table. He lorded over everyone like a king on the top floor.

When he got there, two heavies stopped him. “Your boss told me to come up.” They let him by after looking up and down and he threw himself down on one of the red bucket seats.

Money spoke loud in a place like this, he thought to himself, while he waited and eyed up the private waitress.

Benz took a seat a few minutes later, tossing a black overcoat on another chair. He faced Penn and stared across the table at him. “What’s your name?”

“Lawless.” Thinking he was so smart using Benz’s own accusation. He watched a smirk latch itself to the guy’s lips. “Cute. Now your real name.”

“Penn.”

“Penn what?”

“Just Penn.”

“Well, just Penn. I’m sure you realize the error of your ways this evening by trying to steal from me.”

“You walk around looking like that, you gotta expect people to try.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t know why he was mouthing off to a man like Benz, other than he was itchy from the forceful scrutiny. Neither angry nor complacent, he couldn’t read him yet and that was …odd.

Penn thought he was good at studying people. Not that he got all those emotions they carried around to make them weak. But angles and ploys, he cottoned on to those very well.

Benz didn’t have a tell.

If he wanted to murder Penn, then it was gonna come as a fat surprise to him.

Benz gave the peppy waitress a drinks order and she scurried away, eager to do her masters bidding.

“Do you need money?”

“You offering?”

Benz laughed. “No.”

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