Page 63 of Law Maker

Until one day by chance.

And then his days weren’t so bad anymore.

One thing Lawless recognized was when men were trying to assert their dominance. The culprits were usually the officers because of his notorious MC. He might have the inmates under his heel—fearful of the disreputable headcase, but the guards were a whole other kettle of fish.

And then he met Officer Dreyers.

Lawless knew immediately it was this man who would get him what he needed. Officer Dreyers wouldn’t understand the manipulation because as all bad fish, he was a needy thing and he saw something in Lawless he liked.

Another fucking closet case.

What was it about him that attracted the dirty, secretive bisexual maggots to him?

He’d ask Snake on his next visit.

For weeks, Dreyers watched Lawless and in turn Lawless watched the bad meat eyeing him up.

The man was hot, no getting around that.

Jacked with a big bulge in his tight pants.

Banging the guy would be no hardship, especially since his poor neglected Johnson was hoping for action.

But it wasn’t about getting off for Lawless.

He had a purpose and he’d never forget the reason why he’d incarcerated himself.

The moment someone became of an interest to him, he did his research. It was instinctual to want to know every wicked crevice. No one was ever so good that they didn’t have secret closets full of demons.

Prison was sparse on research but he could get anything by greasing the right palms and he had an endless supply of money coming in. Rider and the boys were taking care of that for him. Putting fifty bucks in someone’s commissary got him the info he needed.

Officer Dreyers, married to his college sweetheart. They lived on the edge of the city in a suburban neighborhood. Attended church and he played touch football and softball with his pals. Not even a speeding ticket. He’d been a correctional officer for five years and oh, the most important part… Officer Dreyers was a closet queer. At least half of him anyway.

He wondered if his dear old Mrs knew he liked the cock.

Lawless would bet his non-existent soul that she didn’t.

Ah, fish.

They loved their filthy secrets.

One chat, a shared laugh. It was so easy to manipulate the man.

One afternoon a fight got out of hand in the recreational room. It was Officer Dreyers who couldn’t get the animals at the zoo under control. Lawless was sitting at a table minding his own damn business. Bored of the ruckus when he stood to his lofty height and strode across to the three men fighting. Grabbing one by the scruff of the neck, he threw him aside, to get at the other two. One he got down on the floor, using a knee in his chest to pin him. “Do yourself a favor, stay down, you little fucking gazelle.”

By this point, everyone knew Lawless. Knew he kept to himself but carried an air ofdon’t fuck with me and I don’t fuck with you. So for him to get involved, every man in that rec room knew they’d fucked up. Lawless climbed to his feet, turned his head and slyly winked at Officer Dreyers.

The man blushed and grinned his gratitude.

Ah, so easy.

By the end of that week he’d broken the seal on Officer Dreyers’ secret in a boiler room. Even before a zipper was pulled up and a condom discarded, Lawless was in receipt of the cell block location, thanks to Dreyers.

Now the real planning could begin.

He amassed his team even without their knowledge.

There was Jack in the kitchen who got all the gossip from the entire prison.

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