is strongest.
Just the sight of him has my body in knots. I didn’t want to see him again, especially not so soon when I haven’t convinced my heart to let him go yet. But here he is, and I feel my heart begging me to pull the car over and run into his arms. I feel need growing in my belly, the need to kiss his lips again and take him back to my house so that I can ride him until he satisfies my lust. I also feel the need to turn my car and run him over for what he has done to my family. I just don’t know which of the three feelings is strongest—love, lust, or anger.
I don’t get to decide which feeling is strongest. Fate and Killian decide for me. Killian breaks eye contact as he turns away from me. I glance back to the street, and the light is now green. So, I drive away from Killian. I say a second good-bye, keeping the tears buried deep inside. I don’t know if I can bear to say good-bye again.
As I pull into my lawyer’s office, I realize I’m even later then I thought, and that just exacerbates the nerves in my body. I climb out of the car and push through the door to the large office building.
I press the button for the elevator. The elevator doors open, and I step in the elevator, my legs shaking. I feel like my life is going to change, no matter what happens in my lawyer’s office. I just hope I find out the truth, and he doesn’t just give me some bullshit lawyer answer. I have to know the truth. Whatever it is, I can face it. Or I’ll have to learn to face it. The doors open, and I step out of the elevator. I walk to suite A32 and open the door.
Mr. Greene is sitting at a table with a large stack of papers. He smiles at me when I enter.
“Good morning, Ms. Felton. I didn’t realize that ten a.m. is first thing in the morning.”
I smile back and take a seat across from him. “I apologize for being late, but I had a family emergency come up, and I had to deal with it right away.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Another family emergency?”
“Yes, if you can believe it. My life isn’t as simple and as easy as most people on the outside would think.”
He nods with a weak smile on his face. He doesn’t ask any further questions about why I was late to the appointment. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
I nod.
“You understand the charges that were filed against you?”
“Yes, I understand that the FBI think I colluded with my father and grandfather on money laundering and fraud charges in order to make and keep more money from the Felton Corporation.”
He nods. “That’s right. Those are serious charges and carry a minimum of ten years if you were to be convicted.”
I nod along as he talks. I already know all of this.
“The main reason they believe you were involved is because your signature is on some of the papers that demonstrate you were involved in fraudulent activities, and they believe that shows your guilt.”
“I’m not guilty though. I haven’t been involved in anything.”
He smiles. “I don’t care if you were involved or not. What I care about is proving that you weren’t. Your signature is not enough to indict you on any charges. They have no other evidence against you. Despite having several undercover agents interacting with you, none of them ever heard you discuss anything criminal with your father or grandfather.”
“Then, why am I being charged?”
“They thought you would be naive enough and so scared of going to jail that you would take the plea deal immediately. When you initially turned it down, I think they went into shock. They hadn’t expected that from you.”
“I’m not taking a plea when I didn’t do anything.”
His smile brightens. “I was hoping you would say that. As you know, I am representing both you and your grandfather. If you take the plea and testify against him, I will have to hand you off to another member of my firm.”
“Do you think I should take the
Just the sight of him has my body in knots. I didn’t want to see him again, especially not so soon when I haven’t convinced my heart to let him go yet. But here he is, and I feel my heart begging me to pull the car over and run into his arms. I feel need growing in my belly, the need to kiss his lips again and take him back to my house so that I can ride him until he satisfies my lust. I also feel the need to turn my car and run him over for what he has done to my family. I just don’t know which of the three feelings is strongest—love, lust, or anger.
I don’t get to decide which feeling is strongest. Fate and Killian decide for me. Killian breaks eye contact as he turns away from me. I glance back to the street, and the light is now green. So, I drive away from Killian. I say a second good-bye, keeping the tears buried deep inside. I don’t know if I can bear to say good-bye again.
As I pull into my lawyer’s office, I realize I’m even later then I thought, and that just exacerbates the nerves in my body. I climb out of the car and push through the door to the large office building.
I press the button for the elevator. The elevator doors open, and I step in the elevator, my legs shaking. I feel like my life is going to change, no matter what happens in my lawyer’s office. I just hope I find out the truth, and he doesn’t just give me some bullshit lawyer answer. I have to know the truth. Whatever it is, I can face it. Or I’ll have to learn to face it. The doors open, and I step out of the elevator. I walk to suite A32 and open the door.
Mr. Greene is sitting at a table with a large stack of papers. He smiles at me when I enter.
“Good morning, Ms. Felton. I didn’t realize that ten a.m. is first thing in the morning.”
I smile back and take a seat across from him. “I apologize for being late, but I had a family emergency come up, and I had to deal with it right away.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Another family emergency?”
“Yes, if you can believe it. My life isn’t as simple and as easy as most people on the outside would think.”
He nods with a weak smile on his face. He doesn’t ask any further questions about why I was late to the appointment. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
I nod.
“You understand the charges that were filed against you?”
“Yes, I understand that the FBI think I colluded with my father and grandfather on money laundering and fraud charges in order to make and keep more money from the Felton Corporation.”
He nods. “That’s right. Those are serious charges and carry a minimum of ten years if you were to be convicted.”
I nod along as he talks. I already know all of this.
“The main reason they believe you were involved is because your signature is on some of the papers that demonstrate you were involved in fraudulent activities, and they believe that shows your guilt.”
“I’m not guilty though. I haven’t been involved in anything.”
He smiles. “I don’t care if you were involved or not. What I care about is proving that you weren’t. Your signature is not enough to indict you on any charges. They have no other evidence against you. Despite having several undercover agents interacting with you, none of them ever heard you discuss anything criminal with your father or grandfather.”
“Then, why am I being charged?”
“They thought you would be naive enough and so scared of going to jail that you would take the plea deal immediately. When you initially turned it down, I think they went into shock. They hadn’t expected that from you.”
“I’m not taking a plea when I didn’t do anything.”
His smile brightens. “I was hoping you would say that. As you know, I am representing both you and your grandfather. If you take the plea and testify against him, I will have to hand you off to another member of my firm.”
“Do you think I should take the
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