Page 75 of Law Maker

Did he want him because he couldn’t have him?

That little fucker walked away and Jay’s heart cracked that day.

There were no boundaries he couldn’t break.

His reputation was legendary among their own kind.

He’d heard of the Renegade Souls, of course he had. But their businesses were very different and there was no opportunity to cross paths.

Only, the desire to make that happen once he knew where Penn was residing, was more temptation than he could stand. It was why he’d more or less moved to the South of France for the last three years.

He screwed his way through the French social underbelly and enjoyed every debauched second of it. But his ass was on a private plane the moment his PI sent him the info he’d requested, telling him Penn was in prison.

The tethers on Jay’s end hadn’t frayed even when Penn cut them.

Love didn’t die.

It should sicken him how much he was not angry at Penn’s coldness toward him. With anyone else treating Jay that way, he would have sent them to an early grave, or at the very least required rehabilitation for many months.

He never gave second chances for disrespect. But somehow, the place in his chest warmed being in the presence of coldness again. The aloof smirk, even the laugh that didn’t sound right, felt nice once again.

No, Jay was angry because Penn didn’t ask him for a thing. Ask him to get him out of there.

He would have tried, of course. He paid enough for his legal team to keep his name off many radars. He would move heaven and hell itself to another continent had he only asked Jay to help him.

The bubble of it seethed through him for a few more minutes, before he fished out his phone. His stare on the brick building as if he could see through the mortar to the man inside, striding like a king with people bowing to him no doubt.

That was Penn’s personality. He didn’t demand respect and obedience, it gravitated toward him. There were people who were always attracted to putting their hands in the flames.

Penn was aninferno.

The call connected and before a greeting he issued in a determined voice. “Marco, change of plan, get me places to look at for rent in Denver.”

“Denver? We’re moving?”

His right hand man would assume he was going with him without question, because Marco was loyal to a fault.

Marco’s life was catering to Jay in whatever guise he needed but he’d wanted to be on Penn’s turf alone. His darling boy always did make him a tiny bit erratic in temper.

“What about the New York deal?”

“I’ll deal with it, get me those to look at by the end of the week, okay?”

It was more than Marco’s job to question Jay, though his silence said a lot.

He’d known where Jay was headed today having booked the hotel for Wyoming.

“Are you coming home today?”

“Yes.” Before he hung up, he added. “Call Candice and Roman, will you? Tell them to wait at the penthouse.”

Marco chuckled. “Someone is hungry.”

Indeed.

He needed a way to burn through these feelings and dark sex was a particular skill of his he could call on for varying reasons.

Looking forward to getting out of this dusty Podunk town, he pulled out of the parking lot, leaving the stench of hopelessness behind.

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