Unprotected with the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance

feet and approaches the witn

ike it's your only DUI, but it's not, is it? Did you break up

sn't

differ. How many

cond, I see the real him, the true him: a man who would run o

s his mouth with his hand, and t

t after this incident. Still haven't found it yet, have you? In fact, you hadn

wasn't worth getting

tly, don't you? And the bartender recalls you being drunk ther

eir story. Even if they find an excuse for every one of your points, the jury will still sense that so

he woman with the crucifix is fr

omeone else. I only bought one drink. I'm sure he'

Elizabeth doesn't hide her smirk. She's

tand. "Just like you were confused about the difference between

umentative," Ra

Move along,

ands together, looking over at the jury. They're intensely focused on the exchange. Except for the youngest ma

Jeffrey Douglas is going to prison and Je

really fuc

s after the court recess, th

ks. The oldest man on the jury takes to his fe

ur honor," t

it to Deput

ict form. The clerk hands it to the judge. The j

r the crime of vehicular manslaughter,

ops. Chao

r crying is excruciating over the chaos of her father shouting and the

, trying to get over the bar that sepa

before he can mount

lows. "Treat it like one or be thrown o

s, the silence only permeated b

his hands in defea

y," he mumbles. The

look at her or the judge or at anyone, really. He just stare

ry as Deputy Richards finishes speaking. They're avoiding lo

essler walks up to Elizabeth, followed closel

Mr. Dressler hisses. "Yo

Dressler in the eye. Her voice is firm-empathetic but professional. "He's a good-loo

ould have gone after him much harder and all you did was act like a pr

your daughter, but DA Hardick did what she could. The defense has an easy job-all they need to do is plant doubt in the jury's minds. They only need to convince a couple jury m

ently," he repeats slowly. "Your 'wishes' aren't going to put my daughter's killer behind bars, which is

isgust written all over his face. Then he s

that I hadn't even rea

r files. She shoves them into her briefcase. "I'm sorry. This isn't the

s are clenched so tightly that m

and," I mutter.

dn't have any proof that there wasn't another car on the road that night. I believe he's guilty too, but th

"My father said he's suspected in another hit and run,