When my little rabbit flings the doors open and strides in as though she owns the place, the gaggle of men standing in the center of the room turn and stare at her in slack-jawed awe.
All except the man in the black judicial robe.His expression darkens the closer she gets to him.
Chad Prescott is a powerful man with connections everywhere.
Correction: hewasa powerful man until I broke his connections.All the years he spent building his rapport with crooked cops and shady businessmen all came crashing down with a bit of cash.
Okay, maybe more thana bitof cash but I have more money than I could ever spend in my lifetime and bringing the man who abandoned the love of my life when she needed him most to his knees is something I will fund a thousand times over if it means she’ll marry me with no regrets.
Brook glides right up to him and offers him her hand to shake.He looks between her, me, and his acquaintances before accepting.
“Judge Prescott.My name is Brook Simons.”She takes the manila envelope from her briefcase and slips it into his outstretched hand.“On behalf of my client, Mr.Matteo Ricco, you have been served.We will see you in court.”
Goddammit, she’s sexy as hell.I can’t wait to get her alone but ending this moment too soon would be criminal.
Ha.Criminal.Just like the man turning purple in front of us.
“You can’t sue me.I have—”
“Your judicial immunity only extends as far as your official duties.Read the papers, sir,” she says.
With an impressive spin on her heel, she turns her back on him and signals for the FBI agents to enter.
“Oh, and you might want to do so sooner rather than later,” she advises over her shoulder.
“You can’t arrest me,” he snarls.
“Oh, I’m not.They are.”
“Then what the hell is this?”He asks with an angry shake of the envelope.
“Those are your summons to court for the damages you’ve caused Mr.Ricco.This—” she sweeps her arm toward the uniformed men streaming into the room, “—is for my mother.”
The color drains from his face.Brook’s confident smile shreds his composure.
As he blubbers and devolves into yelling, the lead agent pulls his wrists behind his back.
“Chad Prescott, you have a warrant for your arrest.You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
The agent continues reading him his rights despite the anger and spittle spewing from his lips.
Brook slips between the benches to watch them escort her biological father down the aisle.I slide in beside her and sit on the hard seat while she stands so my body stays between hers and danger without blocking her view.
As the agents file out of the room, Brook stands statue still with her eyes trained on the wall.Her father’s yelling echoes long after he’s out of sight.I encompass her hand in mine and give her a gentle squeeze.
“Congratulations, Ms.Simons.That was amazing,” I say.
She rolls her shoulders back and gives me a cold stare.My cock throbs.I long to muss her hair and kiss her senseless.
“This is only the beginning,” she warns.
“I’ll be with you every step of the way,” I vow.
She smirks, steps between my legs, and slips her fingers into my hair.Liquid fire pulses in my balls as she leans forward.The position deepens her cleavage and reveals the hickey I gave her last night.
“I know, Matteo.Thank you.I love you,” she murmurs.
In a courtroom with Chad Prescott’s buddies scurrying away like cockroaches, I kiss her like a man possessed.
