Lawless Novels & Stories

Without a question, my lawyer reassures me that he will. But I’m not yet, my next order is the most ruthless of all; "Bring down Marius’ law firms. If you have to disgrace him to make it happen, then I’m giving you my blessing." -[“But your son has a very good reputation. He’s never involved with anything not legal.”]- I smirk, “Stop thinking very highly of him. Even lawyers do illegal things if fear and desperation push them at the edge.” There’s silence on the other end of the line. To not make it more difficult for my lawyer to make sense of what I said, I add,

Its hard. David Brook, representing the Werewolf Council, occupies the middle seat between Austin and Eliot. He’s an older wolf with a stern demeanour and a clipped tone. We listen in shock as he explains, with chilling clarity, that no laws within the kingdom prohibit beating one's child or mate. "Beating your own daughter is not considered a crime," he declares starkly, the gravity of his words reverberating around the room. He elaborates that while using Wolfsbane and silver are technically punishable, the circumstances involving a ranked wolf and a sanctioned interrogation device blur the legal lines significantly, likely leading the council to dismiss the case before it could reach tria

Blake folds up his shirt's sleeves. It has now become a bad habit I've come to realise but whenever a man, only Blake, does something sexy or wears something in a sexy manner my eyelids flicker a lot. So the whole folding up the sleeve thing is in a way sexy and please someone out there thinks so too. If not, search it. Finding a way to escape the stupid question that will trap me, I look at the lawyer and the humanity in me rises and falls concerned. His hair is all over the place, he has bags under his eyes which might have gone unnoticed due to the bruises he has. "What did you do to him?" I give Blake a stern look...he shrugs.

His intention was to sell the guns in secret and make profit without the boss or anyone finding out. In the Lawal mafia family, only the boss or underboss have the right to get the weapons or any other person they appoint. Any other person doing it without permission from the boss or underboss; for instance, a capo or worse, an associate, will be killed. This is because without proper supervision, it can cause a fall or big issue to the family if done with the wrong partner.

the wolf assured me with some kind of condescending smile that made me feel uncomfortable. Maybe he didn’t understand that I really didn’t know anything, but as a typical man, accustomed to the fact that you could only do serious business with those who had a penis, he simply perceived me as a woman, as a client, as an employer a fool who needed to say exactly what she wanted to hear. The sad thing was that he was either partly right, or partly I really gave the impression. - Is there anything else you would like to discuss while the car is following me? the lawyer asked, pulling out his phone.

I argue with him his stoic expression not changing as he responded . "Then you broke another pack law, NO female is allowed to be alone with any males who are not from our pack. None of these males were from our pack and it is forbidden to associate with humans outside of work" He doesn't give an inch and just states the facts to me in monotone voice. "This law is in place to keep our females safe" inappropriate clothing in public. I can't hold back the scoff as I finished reading this.

"He will use the gala to humiliate me in front of the media and prove to the family court that I am unfit to raise my nephew. I refuse to hand him the weapon he needs." Colm stood near the double doors and cleared his throat to inject some corporate reality into the fight. "The legal team agrees the venue is hostile, but absence will be read as an admission of guilt," he said in a measured tone. "If you fail to appear on that red carpet, the judges will assume you are hiding from the street brawl."

“Every time I stay over I have to remind myself you’re my son’s wife. Tonight I’m done reminding myself.” I let out a shaky breath. “You can’t say things like that. It makes me want things I shouldn’t, you're my father in law.” “Tell me what you want, forget the reality and just name your wants.” he said, ignoring my words. “I want you to touch me. Properly. I want to feel something that isn’t emptiness. I’m so tired of being ignored.” Without warning, he pressed my back against the wall. One of his knees pushed between my thighs, spreading me open.

“What…?” “You drive me crazy when you behave like a spoiled child,” his assistant murmured, brushing her lips against his. “You know exactly which buttons to push to unnerve me, to say and do things you shouldn’t. Because wanting you, kissing you, and loving you is illegal, sir.” “All you have to do is remove the first letter from the word ‘illegal,’ and problem solved, don’t you think?” he replied, surrendering to his instincts. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer until he could feel the warmth radiating from her. He looked into her eyes.