Page 109 of Prince Charming

Penn. It sounded weird associating Lawless to anything other than Lawless.

“Lawless said you could hook me up with fake documents. Passports especially. But they have to be legit to get someone out of the country, and not just to wave around for ID in a liquor store.”

“I can get anything for the right price. How many?”

“Four. Two adults and two kids.”

“Social security numbers and license?”

“Just the social security for now and I’ll need them yesterday.”

The club knew very little about Jay Benz. He was based in New York until this past year when he relocated his team to Denver. Unlike other newer factions who came to town, Benz hadn’t tried to step on theSoulstoes yet.

“The Renegade Souls are a powerful conglomerate, I’m honored you came to me.”

“Can you get it done?”

The guy chuckled. “Naturally, I can. The price is twenty grand, and a favor owed.”

Lawless nailed that shit.

“What kind of favor?”

The guy only smiled.

There was no way Tag could refuse. This was Marianna’s best chance, and he’d give all the favors to make her happy.

“Marco here will come by your gym tomorrow for the information we’ll need.” Tag started to tell him where it was located. “We have the address, darling.”

Weird guy.

“Good luck tonight.” Benz said as Tag was ready to climb from the car. “I have a considerable bet on you.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

One down. Now he had to win his fight.

If only for his ego, to prove to himself he still could.

He prowled back inside, getting his head in the zone.

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Jay Benz watched the big fair-haired man stomp around the corner and disappear. Pity he didn’t get any queer vibes from him, he bet he was fun to play with.

“Are we really gonna get him fake passports?” Asked Marco from the front as he pulled the car out into the street.

“I gave my word.” Jay replied. He was a criminal, not a liar.

And if he didn’t have his word, he was no better than a sewer rat.

“Do you have an angle?”

Smiling to himself, Jay, dressed for dinner in the city, smoothed out the material of his suit jacket. Tonight was for pleasure and not business for once. This had been a pit stop he couldn’t turn down.

“Of course I do, darling. It doesn’t hurt to have the Renegade Souls owe me one, does it?”

Marco looked at him through the rear-view mirror.

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