Page 17 of Law Maker

Jay laid the sexually depraved world at Lawless feet. And like any kid handed the run of a candy store, Lawless went a little wild those first few years. Unhinged wasn’t his usual skin but he found himself agreeing to things he wouldn’t, under this man’s mentor.

There was a lot to be said about psychos.

They attracted their own kind.

FIVE

“Don’t cry because it’s over. Beg because it is.” - Lawless

Some days he still felt like that feral pup who took care of the stray cats and kids on the trailer park.

Always hungry.

Forever cautious and on the look-out for trouble coming for him.

But now he had enough money in his pocket, and the ability to go whenever he wanted to when the need hit to move on.

After that first trip to Chicago, Lawless never went back to Ohio.

He went with Jay on his travels for a while then got bored and headed East.

He’d been right about the Irish. He saved Jay a bucketload of money, plus kept him from being roasted on an open fire. He’d been right about the Mexicans too. This meant Jay paid Lawless more and that didn’t suck.

“Why are you always readin’?”

He didn’t bother shifting his eyes from the textbook over to one of Benz’s playthings. An innocent yet irritating tight gash who needed to concentrate on using her better assets instead of bothering him.

“Every time I come here, you’ve got your nose in some book or other. I mean, what’s up with that?”

“Teaching myself to read,” he said with each word dripping in sarcasm.

“Oh, for real? Wow, that’s eh…that’s pretty cool.”

Yeah, no. Went right over her bottle blonde Barbie head.

He’d half fucked that gash last night with Jay. Now he was wondering if he lost some of his IQ with the three minutes his dick was inside her. Bored of her manufactured porn star moans, he’d pulled his cock free and dumped the condom, leaving Jay to it.

Was it too much for horny meat to not act fake when she was taking two Johnsons?

The bitches Jay collected were lacking in manners.

“Go get yourself some food, Lou.” Instructed Jay, he handed the girl some money. She jumped up excited, kissed his cheek and raced off like a kid with her allowance. Lawless stopped his eyes from rolling and kept his gaze on his book. The same book Jay ripped out of his hand to look at. “How many college courses are you taking now?” He dropped the book on his lap.

At the last tally it was six. “A few.”

“Well fucking shelve it, Penn. We have places to go tonight.”

“Where?”

“Getting you your first legal drink, where else? I closed downKitty Kat’sand we’re having a party for your birthday.”

Ah, his birthday. The day his momma spat him out and then forgot he even existed.

Yeah, it wasn’t a day he remembered.

“I don’t do birthdays.”

“You do now.” the order was clear and it didn’t sit well with Lawless. Jay had been doing it more and more over the last year and he’d told the guy he didn’t fucking like it. He wasn’t one of his gashes to bend and bow. He wasn’t one of the alley rats who worked for Jay selling and fetching, those who feared the crime boss.

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