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She stormed in, slamming the door shut behind her. There was glass between us in the courthouse, or else I’d already have her bent over this table.
“What the hell, Mr. Ricci,” she snapped. “We can’t take this to trial. You’ll get the maximum sentence!”
“So?” I scoffed. “You act like I’m not serving several life sentences already.”
“There are restitutions, fines, and court fees, not to mention wasting resources. Is that what you want? Teach the judicial system a lesson for putting you away?” she huffed.
“Drop the act,Mrs. Branson. I want to speak to my pen pal, not my lawyer,” I sneered.
“That’swhat this is about?” she snapped, pointing to the door behind me. “This room is for lawyers and clients. Write a letter if you want to talk to your pen pal.”
“But this is so much more fun,” I smirked. “Like I told you before, anything out of that prison is a vacation for me.”
Amara threw her hands up in frustration, shoving my file in her briefcase as she muttered angrily. “Waste of fucking time,” she grumbled.
“Not for me,” I grinned. “This has proven very entertaining.”
“I’m glad my fucking job is funny to you,” she snapped. “I should fire you as my client.”
“I dare you,” I crooned, leaning toward the glass separating us. “Maybe then you’ll see just how dangerous I can be.”
We glared at each other, a silent staring contest, waiting for the other to break.
It wouldn’t be me.
Several moments passed before she exhaled sharply, snapping her briefcase shut and whirling toward the door. She gripped the doorknob—
“Did you miss me, baby?” I rasped.
She turned to me, her expression unimpressed. “If you wanted to see me more often, all you had to do was ask.” Then she left, slamming the door behind her.
I grinned. I loved toying with my little spitfire, coaxing all her repressed rage to the surface. It was good for her, and I loved getting her all hot and bothered.
It would only make her come harder on my cock later.
“You sure know how to piss people off,” a muffled voice sounded through the vent.
I leaned back in my chair and chuckled. “Whatdid you plead?”
Luca laughed. “Guilty, I ain't stupid.”
I considered his words. “I guess your list of crimes isn’t as long as mine. You might make parole in a few decades.”
He snorted. “At least Ludovic only got charged with escape. He wasn’t with us in the car, so they couldn’t prove the grand theft or eluding.”
“That’s, what, two years max? He’ll be fine,” I drawled. “What’d Vitali plead?”
“Didn’t see, he was up after me,” Luca replied. “But if he pleads guilty, you’re on your own for your defense.”
I gritted my teeth in annoyance. I hadn’t thought that far ahead, but the guards kept us separate for a reason. We couldn’t go over our stories to make sure they were identical, or agree on a defense strategy. That’s exactly what they wanted.
“When’s your next lawyer visit? Now that you have a defense to plan, you’ll be seeing her more often,” Luca remarked.
I chuckled. “I plan on it.”
“What are you two morons talking about?” came Vitali’s voice from further away.
“You,” Luca smirked. “Did you plead out?”