Page 14 of Law Maker

“Then I don’t need money. I was bored.”

Hands with long fingers and clean nails folded together on the table and the guy leaned forward. “You stole my wallet because of boredom?”

“That’s about it.”

“How old are you?”

“How old are you?” He countered as the girl put down two clear liquid glasses. Benz pushed one in front of Penn.

“Twenty-eight, and the fearless mouth on you, I’m guessing sixteen.”

“Sure, if that’s what you want to think. Are we done here? If you need to get your fellas to give me a good kicking, I’d prefer to get it out of the way now because I have shit to do.”

The chuckling didn’t put him at ease.

It wasn’t the violent hard cases that Penn knew to avoid. With those types of personalities you knew exactly what you were going to get.

It was the crazy fucks like Benz who didn’t need to break a vein to put his fear across. Men like him could laugh and still stick you with a knife.

“Age?”

“Eighteen.”

“Good,” the lust burned like acid rain clear across the table as he kept his eyes on Penn then took a slow sip of his drink. “Have a drink and tell me why you were so bored you thought it was okay to go for my wallet.”

Penn drew a breath and ignored the directive at first.

And then he started to talk.

Not even an hour later, Benz had enough information on him to be able to compile a folder as thick as his forearms.

In weeks to come, he’d learn that’s what the guy did. Collecting information like a squirrel.

Penn knew this because he was the one who started to help Benz as his right hand man.

They becameformidable.

By the end of that night, Penn was in Benz’s bed. Learning how a man of power fucked. And he soaked up the lust and pleasure as well as the lessons a dangerous man could teach him.

Only Benz, from that day on, continued to call him Penn.

Everyone else in the city who now knew to associate him to the feared crime boss, called him Lawless.

FOUR

“Don’t put a leash on me, I’m not a fucking dog.” – Lawless

The morning he woke up on his first day in Chicago, Lawless did it by nailing Benz in his apartment bedroom. His cock growing heavier with the sounds coming out of the guy underneath him.

There was less maelstrom of commotion through his ear canal while he fucked.

So he fucked a lot.

He didn’t like being summoned anywhere like a dog and that’s what Benz had done by calling him to Chicago. He hadn’t seen the guy in months.

He took Benz by surprise by strolling into the apartment last night and shoving him face down. No matter their age or status difference, they matched up in size and Benz wheezed at being bested—probably a first, Lawless thought smugly as he tugged angrily at the belt holding the hard shaft at bay.

No onesummoned him.

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