Page 77 of Law Maker

Lawless didn’t care. His mind was elsewhere for the time being.

It was back home in Colorado.

It was thousands of miles away in his cabin.

It was with the peace he craved, not this constant racket. The prison never shut up. There was always one nutcase or another losing his mind.

Lawless had so many more months of this shit, he needed to adjust.

Two more years on top of the year he’d served already, according to Archie, the attorney extraordinaire. He’d earn parole in if he kept his head down. That was a bunch of prison noise crawling through the gray matter to endure.

While he had something to aim for, Lawless knew how to keep his brain occupied. Now that was over, he was a blowing leaf in the wind … and that never worked out well for him.

He needed a project.

He cast a thought to innocent Bennie … nah, that kid was not Lawless worthy. He’d probably piss himself if Lawless was ever nice to him. Besides, the kid would be out in a few months.

Setting his busy mind to Benz.

Call him curious, he had questions of why he’d come to visit.

He didn’t get very far with that because the clank of a key in the door brought his and Bennie’s head up.

Dipshits thought this was the Hilton.

Dreyers stepped in and eyed Bennie.

Lawless stayed on the bed, eyeing the uniformed maggot with boredom.

“Turn deaf, Bennie,” he told his cellie who replied, “you got it, boss,” his head buried so far in the comic, he almost became one with the ink.

“There’s a game tonight,” Dreyers told him. Surprised, since Lawless wiped the guards out the last time.

“Sure,” he agreed. He might even let one of them win a round. They were whiny meat when they lost. “I want something though.” He added and watched Dreyers eyes darken to lust filled puddles.

Not that, bad maggot. He’d already mentally thrown that fish back into the sea.

“I need a phone.”

Dreyers snorted. “I’ll get you a helicopter on the roof too, some showgirls while I’m feeling generous.”

Bennie chuckled, covering it up with a cough.

“A phone will do.”

“Get fucking real, I’m not getting caught bringing a phone through security.”

Lawless only smiled and swung his legs off the bed, rising slowly.

Aroused maggot watched his every move as he approached.

Intimidation came easy to Lawless—he didn’t even have to try—but then so did sexual persuasion. Dreyers chest expanded. Then he dropped his blond head, stuck both hands into his tight black pants pockets and rocked on his heels.

“It’s a one-time thing, I don’t want to keep it. I need to talk to my boys without you assholes listening in.”

Bennie swallowed a chuckle in the background.

“You realize you’re in lock up, yeah? You’re not at a holiday camp.”

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