Breaking His Law: Sugar County Boys: Book 5

by Faye, Madison

  Breaking His Law

  Sugar County Boys: Book 5

  Madison Faye

  Contents

  Breaking His Law

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Also by Madison Faye

  Mailing List

  About the Author

  Copyright Notice

  Copyright © 2018 Madison Faye

  Cover: Coverlüv

  Photography: JW Photography and Covers

  Models: Darrin James Dedmon & Kodi Kristofferson

  Breaking His Law

  What happens when a devil falls for an angel?

  One sassy FBI agent is about to get tied up with the biggest crime boss in Kentucky.

  They’ll say it’s forbidden. They’ll say it’s wrong.

  But this kingpin needs a queen.

  And she’ll be getting all of his crown…

  Kingpin. Devil. Beast. Every story has a villain, and trust me, I’m every inch the bad man they say I am. I’m ruthless, brutal, and cold.

  …But that’s before Taylor crashes into my world.

  She’s my complete opposite. Innocent, good, pure. A sweet as pie country girl that a demon like me should stay the f*ck away from, for so many damn reasons. Reasons like her being half my age. Or that her family and mine have been feuding for generations.

  …And the little detail that little miss innocent works for the damn FBI.

  She’s here to take me down. And I’ll be going down all right, but not in the way she thinks I am. Because I’ve had a taste, and now I want the rest.

  She’s my temptation. My weakness, my forbidden desire. She’s my ruin. Legs for days. Curves that beg for my strong hands to grab ahold of. Lips that were made for me to claim.

  I’ve been a devil. I’ve been a bad, bad man. But even devils get a chance at redemption. And she’s mine.

  Even the most dangerous beast can be tamed.

  …But she’s gonna need both hands to tame me.

  Chapter 1

  Law

  My blood burns like diesel through my veins. Muscles clench, pulse pumping, jaw tight. I’m bruised and sweating, chest heaving and my fucking shirt ripped open.

  Fuck, she came out of nowhere — guns blazing, all piss and vinegar despite being, what, half my size? Less than that probably. Less than half my age, that’s for sure. That I know, actually. Because I know her.

  Taylor Bronson.

  But familiarity or not, I’ve got her ass tied to a chair, finally. She put up a hell of a fight though. I’ve got a fat lip and a bruise in the shape of her goddamn boot on my ribs to prove it. I almost got a knee to the cock too, but I managed to dodge out of the way of that one.

  Little brat.

  I’d ask just what in the hell she thinks she’s doing, barging into my bar, aiming a fuckin’ gun at my head, and telling me to get my hands in the air like some kind of wild west sheriff. But, I know who the hell she thinks she is. Or, I know who she is, and who she works for. I didn’t, not until just now, that’s for sure. But I now, the secret’s out. I never would have guessed it in a million years, but here we are. Sweet, innocent, feisty little Taylor Bronson.

  …A goddamn FBI agent.

  That’s what she’s doing here. She’s caught me alone, which is lucky for her. Yeah, I could take this little hellcat myself, but if I’d had my crew here? Well, things would have gone a lot rougher than me shoving her into a chair and pinning her there while I tied her ass up. That’s for damn sure.

  I turn, wincing at the bruised rib and bringing a hand up to take stock of my lip. Jesus fuck, she’s got a mean hook.

  “You can’t do this!” She spits, long blonde hair all wild around her shoulders and that defiant fire in her sharp blue eyes.

  Fuck, when the hell did she grow up? The Taylor I remember was a scrawny thing. Wild, blonde hair, all limbs and skinned knees. I knew her folks, in a way. It’s her older brothers, Colton and Shepherd, and their cousin Silas that I’ve had the most dealings with. But her? Well, I haven’t seen her since…

  My mind hardens. And that ain’t the only thing that does either.

  Because I know damn well the last time I saw little Taylor. And that last look fucking branded itself into my goddamn skull. It’s drilled into my memory — an image that keeps me up at night, and keeps my cock hard as fucking railroad steel.

  I shake my head. No. I can’t go there, not now. Not with what we have here. Yeah I’ve subdued her. But, that’s a problem. That badge she flashed me makes it a fuckin’ real big problem. I’ve moved away from some of my more… criminal activities, but I still ain’t exactly above the level. I’ve still got my other businesses. And now I’ve gone and added tying up a Federal agent to the list.

  Shit.

  Even if she’s a tempting little firecracker. Even if she’s a tantalizing piece of forbidden fruit.

  You’re more than twice her age.

  There’s a streak of reason in the voice in my head, but I shove it away. Because right now, I ain’t listening to reason. Right now, all I know is the tempting little hellcat who’s been branded into my goddamn head ever since that day those years before is at my mercy. This little brat who’s been tempting me for years, and parading that tight little forbidden ass through my dreams for years is right here, tied up, and all mine.

  “You can’t do this!” she hisses again, her face fierce as she narrows her eyes at me.

  “Well, I just did.”

  She glares at me even harder. “I’m a Federal fucking agent, Lawson, do you have any—”

  “It means I’m in a world of shit.”

  She smiles thinly. “A world of fucking shit—”

  “If I let you out, that is.”

  Her face hardens. “What?”

  “I’m in a world of shit if I let you out.” I smile this time, my eyes narrowing at her. Fuck, she grew up. She grew up and somehow got even more gorgeous. Fiercer, and wild. She’s still so fucking young — I mean, shit. I try and do the math. What is she, twenty-three? If that?

  …Young enough that I’m more than twice her damn age at forty-nine, that’s for sure.

  Taylor’s eyes flick over mine, this blue fire there as she sizes me up. “If you keep me here—”

  “If I keep you here, I’m in the clear, at least for a little while.” I shrug, leveling my gaze at her and grinning slowly. “It’s letting you out so you can run off to your FBI friends that’s going to get me in trouble.”

  “And if I’m wearing a wire?” She sneers at me. “Ever think of that?”

  I pause.

  I hadn’t.

  My jaw tightens, and a fire sparks in my eyes. I glance over her face, trying to read her, cause that’s what I’m good at. But she’s good too. She’s practiced. Trained. All she does is glare right back at me.

  And I want to get mad. I want to scare her like I would anyone else who barged in here pulling this shit. But, she ain’t “anyone else.” She’s her.

  She’s my weakness. My temptation. My goddamn kryptonite.

  “Are you wearing a wire?”

  The words growl low and fierce from my throat, and I watch her eyes go a little wider. I hold back the grin. Gotcha, I think. There’s the flinch. There’s her dropping her tough act for one second.

  Taylor swallows, shaking her head, that
blonde hair that came loose from her bun during our tussle all wild around her pretty little face. The tight jeans hugging her tight little ass are smudged from where she crashed to the floor with me. And that white button-up blouse pulled tight across her pert little mouthwatering tits has my blood turning to fire, quickly.

  “No,” she snaps. “I’m not.”

  “I think we better make sure.”

  My cock throbs, my balls swelling and aching. My jaw tightens and my eyes flash over her. I know damn well I should drop this. I know I should walk the fuck away from this before I get even deeper, but it’s too late.

  This ain’t just about a hidden FBI mic, which I doubt she has. This is about tearing those fucking clothes away to get a peek at what I saw once. What I saw and have wanted to see again ever since. What’s haunted me.

  The untouchable, the forbidden. And right now, it’s right here in my grasp.

  I move towards her, my pulse roaring and my jaw tight, and Taylor’s eyes go wide.

  “Wha-what are you doing?”

  “I’m gonna search you for a wire.”

  Her eyes go even wider, and this little pink flush creeps over her cheeks as I move towards her.

  “I told you, I’m not wearing—”

  “Well, we’ll just fine out for sure, now won’t we?”

  I move closer, blood pounding my ears. Reason leaving me by way of my thickening, rock hard cock.

  I should walk away. Fuck, I should run away. I’m so close to finally breaking free of the sins of my past. I’m so close to being out of the shadow I’ve been in. And I know getting any closer, and ignoring reason for another second when it comes to this little tease is the worst step I could take.

  But little temptation just walked into the wrong bar. She just tussled with the wrong man. And there’s no walking away now.

  Cause I ain’t a “bad boy.” I’m not some young hothead with a chip on his shoulder and smug grin for the ladies.

  Fuck that.

  I’m a man. A very, very bad man, too. And this little tease is about to find out just how bad I am.

  Chapter 2

  Taylor

  Oh God.

  I’m alone. I’m tied to a chair. And this man is moving right towards me with that look on his face. That look that says he wants to devour me.

  …I’ve had this exact fantasy, in fevered, panting dreams that left me warm and wanting more. Literally. Actually. Vividly. Many, many times. This exact scenario. This exact man.

  I knew this was a terrible idea.

  I never should have come here. Actually, I was explicitly told not to come by my superiors. But, here I am, flouting the rules as usual. Always trying to prove something.

  Idiot.

  Maybe it comes from having two older brothers plus an older cousin always hanging around, all three trying to be my protectors. Maybe that bred something fierce and wild in me. It’s why college turned into a recruiting session with the FBI. It’s why I scored higher on entry-level aptitude tests than pretty much anyone ever had for my age. It’s why they shoved me through training and got me into the Bureau in record speed.

  Of course, where I’m from doesn’t hurt things.

  Sugar County, right in the heart of eastern Kentucky. Which basically puts it in the hot zone for all sorts of criminal activity. Gun running, prostitution, meth-makers and dealers, Oxy-slingers. You name it, and it’s here, and if it’s here, the FBI has an interest in it. So, me being a local puts me up a rung or two in the pecking order.

  Yeah, a hotbed of criminal activity, and right in the middle of it all is him.

  Lawson Banner.

  Big. Powerful. Imposing. The man is six-foot who knows, and easily two-hundred-fifty pounds of pure muscle and brawn. There’s a fierceness to him, and a temper that’s been legendary around these parts since before I was even born. Dark hair silvered at the temples and in his beard, and dark, piercingly fierce eyes.

  And here I am, tied to a fucking chair, alone with him, and at his mercy. Oh right, and no one from the Bureau even knows I’m here. Hell, no one at all knows I’m here.

  And I do mean no one. Neither of my brothers — Colton and Shepherd — not my cousin Silas. Not their wives. That’s actually part of the deal with me being in the position in the FBI that I am at my age. It’s all undercover. No one knows I’m even in the Bureau, not even my family. The whole point is that I have roots here in Sugar County, which lets me put my ear to the ground and see what sort of shit I can pick up on without people getting skittish.

  Or at least, I was undercover. Because that cover is officially blown. It was blown the second I came charging in here like an asshole waving a gun and a badge thinking I was going to somehow single-handedly take down Law Banner.

  I’ve watched his bar, The Black Lung — this total dive mainly patronized by coal miners — for weeks. I’ve kept tabs. I’ve run surveillance. I knew that on this day of the week, and this time of day, it would be empty save for him. The perfect time for me to strike, even if I didn’t have the go-ahead from my superiors.

  All I could imagine was the accolades I’d get for single-handedly taking him down. That is, until it all went sideways.

  My body aches from him grabbing me, and knocking the gun from my hands. I hate that I froze, but I did. And I paid the price. There are bruises on me from where we both went toppling over onto the ground, scrambling for a hit. I got a few in — my heel to his side and a fist to the mouth. But then, he’s much much bigger than me.

  And fuck, he moved like lightning. Faster than a man half his age. Hell, he’s stronger than most men half his age too. And bigger.

  All over.

  I blush.

  Don’t go there.

  I can’t go there. Not now, not here. Because thoughts like those…well, they’re maybe part of the reasons I even suggested this assignment to my superiors, and I know it. And when they agreed to me running surveillance on him, I knew deep down that it was going to mean me putting those thoughts of him to the back of my mind.

  Those shameful thoughts. A schoolgirl crush.

  …Lust.

  I blush deeper.

  Those thoughts have been there ever since that one time. That one forbidden time when I saw more than I ought to have. And it’s been seared into my head — a forbidden fantasy I’ve been playing out in my dreams for years now.

  He’s so wrong, in every conceivable way. Bad. Wicked. Scary, even. The muscles, the tattoos, the beard. That he’s more than twice my age. Hell, that he’s the center of the biggest criminal activities in this part of Kentucky. So these… thoughts I have for him? Yeah, so, so inappropriate. But they can’t be helped. And I’ve tried, so many times, and so hard. That burning heat inside when I think about him. It won’t go away. It hasn’t in years, and coming back here to watch him has only made it worse. Having him manhandle me and pick me up definitely made it worse.

  Having him throw me over his shoulder? Way worse. Like, forest fire worse.

  And now tied to his chair, with him moving towards me like that? With that look in his eyes?

  I shiver, heat pooling through me even though I know damn well it shouldn’t.

  “You can’t—”

  “Yes I can. You comin’ crashing in here like that?” His eyes narrow, fire burning fiercely in that gaze. “You bet your ass I’m gonna look for a wire”

  My breath catches

  “Wait, what?”

  He’s not serious, is he? The thought of him searching me. The thought of him tearing my clothes off looking for a hidden microphone or whatever. Fuck, I know I should scream. I know that it should horrify me.

  …But, it doesn’t.

  Not at all. It doesn’t freak me out, it lights a fucking fire inside of me. And I shiver

  “C’mere little girl,” Law growls, his chiseled, handsome jaw grinding as that heated, masculine voice rumbles out sounding like whiskey and leather.

  “Let’s see what you’ve got under there.”
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  “You can’t just—”

  “Uh-uh, baby girl,” the big, older man purrs, shaking his head. His eyes stay locked right on me. Heated. Hungry. Fierce.

  “You just stepped into the lion’s den.”

  He moves right into me, looming over me, and my breath catches in my throat. Fuck, I can smell the masculine woodsy smell of him. I can feel the heat from his muscled body. I can feel the raw power in those eyes as they burn into me. My head spins at the nearness of him, like I’m in some sort of trance. A spell. Like he’s ensnared me. Like even if I wasn’t tied up, I’m not sure I’d be able to get away.

  …I’m not sure if I’d want to.

  “You just stepped into my world, sweetheart,” he growls lowly. He reaches out, and his big, warm, powerful hand cups my jaw. I don’t scream, or swear at him. I don’t jerk away.

  …I whimper.

  I whimper, and he fucking hears it. His lips curl at the corners, and that fire behind his eyes blazes hot and fierce as they lock with mine.

  “You just stepped into my world, baby girl. And now, you’re mine.”

  Chapter 3

  Law

  Five Years Ago

  No one knows about this old bootlegger trail through Knolls Holler. But still, I’m cautious. I move quietly. I keep my ears open. Right, and I also keep my Desert Eagle pistol cocked, chambered, and ready in one hand. You never can be too careful.

  The other hand’s gripping the strap of the backpack I’ve got slung over one shoulder. It’s heavy, and it’s full — full of about five-hundred grand in cash. What can I say. Business has been fucking great recently.

  I’m still wrapped up in a bunch of shit I don’t want to be a part of, but that’s the game. Nothing in the world ever came for free. And nothing worth it is ever just gifted to you. I know that better than most. This life, this empire of mine, it didn’t just land at my fucking feet. I earned it. I fought for it. I bled for it.