Page 19 of Law Maker

He worked side by side with the crime boss for years. Well into his mid-twenties while Benz turned Chicago into his war territory. Gangs formed, crimes tripled, the cops were bought off and Benz made money hand over fist.

The pair of them fucked their way through the country.

It was fun.

Until it wasn’t.

Those same feelings were clear to understand in Benz’s eyes now he’d confessed them. Leaking all over Lawless, until it was hard for him to choke down a scotch without tasting the unspoken need clouded in the air.

Benz tried more than one way to get Lawless to come to heel like his stable of playthings. And he grew angrier with each rejection.

“I don’t want you fucking anyone else when I’m not around.” Jay demanded the night after Lawless got back from sorting out a problem with one of the Italian gangs in midtown. He sliced the fucker from forehead to navel, leaving his buddies to clean up the mess. And to take it as a warning not to overstep the patch of real estate they’d been sold to deal their shit.

Lawless drifted the glass away from his lips. Eyes flared at the tone he was hearing. Benz stood in the middle of Lawless’ apartment, with his hands pushed down in his pockets, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

A businessman with a devils soul.

“Say what?”

“You heard me, you’re not dumb, you have too many degrees to pretend you are.”

“I wasn’t faking dumb; I was giving you a chance to change the fucking words you said to me.”

“Marco said you were at the club last night playing with a little cocksucking shit.”

“We’ll circle back to you spying on me. What’s the big deal what I do and with who?”

The fire entered Benz’s eyes. The dangerous man had arrived in the arena.

Lawless didn’t brace, he did drain the scotch and abandoned the glass on the table.

“You belong to me,” Benz hissed.

Oh, wrong move, dipshit, Lawless thought, cocking his head to the side.

“You don’t fuck some idiot sub in my club and humiliate me.”

“I didn’t fuck him. I did choke the snake though; he has good lips. Then I put him in the corner and the maggot came all over himself.” Tension left Benz’s shoulders as if relieved. Lawless was anything but. He went on calmly. “Humiliate you? Don’t put your insecurities on me like a fucking blanket. We are nothing. We are empty, you asshole, and you assume to put a leash on what I can do?”

A hand shot out and grabbed Lawless around the throat.

Honestly it surprised him into laughing as the hand squeezed to the point of loss of air, but he didn’t struggle.

Not the first time he was choked out.

Maybe his Johnson gave a kick of excitement.

He was a nasty little bastard after all.

“No one talks to me the way you do. I’ve been too good to you, Penn. My men tell me I’m a pushover for you, for the affection I hold for you. Maybe they’re right. Am I too easy on you?”

Manipulation for a psycho was like breathing.

It came from his lungs and entered his fingers as he took his hand and roamed it under Benz’s shirt directly over his hard stomach.

That one little unguarded touch and the hand locked around his throat lessened enough Lawless could knock it away and then he took the fucker down to the ground with a knee in Benz’s chest.

Never turn your back on a rabid animal.

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