Page 21 of Law Maker

Out of bed, his lover rushed to pull on his tailored pants, those eyes that held such hate for every person in the city was unnaturally dark as he stared at Lawless.

“You walk away from me now, Penn, I’ll make sure you know it’s a regret you live with for the rest of your life. There isn’t anywhere you can go that I don’t fucking own. I’ll make it my mission to find you and I’ll destroy anything you covet. However long it takes me, this I promise you. This is the choice in front of you now. Make the right one.”

Lawless felt loose in his limbs. Almost as if his bones drained of humanity. He walked slowly until he was toe to toe with the only man who’d been a constant in his life.

Father figure. Friend. Boss. Lover. Teacher. Mentor. Pain in the fucking neck.

He could have worn any one of those hats and Lawless would have accepted it.

But he wouldn’t accept an owner.

He wouldn’t tolerate him being a dictator.

He certainly wouldn’t wear the skin of someone else’s emotions, choking him to death.

Set a maggot free, let it survive by itself.

He leaned in—and give him his due, Benz never backed down from anyone, Lawless included. Even when he called him an intimidating little bastard for the violence he watched coming out of Lawless’ hands.

Benz called him a serial killer in the making.

If that were true then Benz could take some of the credit.

Their mouths inches apart, as if about to kiss. Air shunted from lips to lips. He tasted the booze on Benz’s breath and saw the lust burning in his eyes even now.

If Lawless reached down and palmed between Benz’s legs, he’d find his piece of meat hard and ready.

“You’re a machine walking through life, untouchable to human suffering.”

“Don’t die, Jay, maybe I’ll let you catch me for that kill one day. See you around.”

“Penn.” His name shrilled through the air twice more, angry and demanding that he come to heel.

Lawless walked out of his apartment with no direction in mind.

Did he think the threat was real? He smiled to himself as he hit the street, knowing Benz, it probably was.

Kingpins were highly temperamental when they lost their toys.

Benz had been wrong.

Kings with friends were the most powerful men of all.

But Lawless wouldn’t know that for a while yet.

He left Chicago and did what psychos do best.

Wreaked havoc while he ate pop tarts.

ACT II

SIX

“Will the psycho enforcer please stand up.” The Renegade Souls MC

Lawless was born to be morally poor.

He didn’t see in colors of right and wrong.

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