Page 16 of Law Maker

Lawless didn’t put labels on himself. He’d have a body full if he did. He liked what he liked, end of story.

But as for Benz, he kept personal info on himself close to his chest.

“How did you get to where you are?”

“What’s this … the locked Penn finally interested to know me?” He smirked. Smoke plumed up to the ceiling. One arm behind his head, Jay looked across at him. “A king with friends is a dead king. He has followers, sycophants who adore without knowing him. Only then does a king thrive.”

“If you say I’m the sycophant in this equation, you better get ready for a punch.”

Jay snickered and there was a look of the real man beneath the smile.

He had the city terrified of crossing him.

He was a man who dressed polished. He tossed cash around like water and he hardly laid a hand on anyone unless he needed to. The city trembled under his feet.

Admirable.

Lawless was rarely impressed.

Jay might irritate him from time to time, but that was nothing personal, he didn’t enjoy being around people. So fucking needy with their begging bowls out seeking attention. So much want bleeding over his skin.

Violence was Lawless’ outlet.

Jay claimed, between Lawless’ brain and his strong stomach for gore, he could be unstoppable one day.

Unstoppable sounded perfect.

“So you’re the nastier dog in the junkyard, is that it?”

“Dog eat dog world, Penn. You get nowhere by rolling over for anyone. Unless it’s me telling you to get on your stomach,” Lawless chuffed a laugh and strolled to the bathroom to shower the smell of sex from his body.

He came out dressed to see one of Benz’s minions delivered food.

Jay stubbed out his smoke and rolled to his knees. Eyes lust filled. His cock thick and heavy stretched up toward his stomach. He grabbed it and rolled his palm up the big pipe. “Get over here, not done with you.”

Glancing up from the task of pushing his feet into the rigger boots, he arched an eyebrow. “I got mine, you got yours, what more do you need?”

Benz smirked. “Such a cold little shit, aren’t you?”

“Never professed to be warm. That file you wanted is on the hall table by the way. I’d watch it if you’re starting to dabble with the Irish.”

Striding naked to the trolley, Jay picked up a glass of juice, draining half before turning back to Lawless.

Unreadable.

Unpredictable.

Benz was a ticking bomb.

No one knew when he’d explode, only they knew he would.

Maybe that was the attraction. Danger was a drug to some. A risk worth the high.

“You can come and see them with me tomorrow, get a feel for this scary Irish,” he mocked. “I need you in town for a while anyway.”

Again with the orders. Lawless kept his mouth shut only because he always did what he wanted regardless.

“Let’s eat since I can’t have your cock again and then we’ll go out and have some fun tonight. Is there anything you fancy?”

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