Prologue
MAXWELL 'MAX' KENNER LIKED TO THINK THAT HE WAS SMART. After all, how many people has he been able to out-smart, and trick into believing he was not a threat, that he wouldn't hurt a fly, only to end up in beating certain people, nearly half into a coma? Or, half to death. Granted, the people he went after, typically deserved it.
Maxwell was aware that he wasn't exactly what people would qualify as 'as good person'. But, honestly, who gave a fuck about what other people thought? Especially when he is something that can be qualified as good.
If you look at it in a certain angle, or light.
Jack saw it. He looked at it in the same light. He said that what Maxwell was doing was good. That if anything, Max was more like a hero than a villain. Many people disagreed with him. Any and all people that ever tried to call Max a villain, a bad guy, needed up being arrested. Jack would plant something on their computer, something that the police would have to arrest them for.
The two were practically inseparable. It was how and why they were both taken with the other. Both emotionally and in the terms of them being kidnapped. Or, well, abducted.
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