𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

20 | First Day Nerves

I stir in the morning to an empty bed and the sound of my coffee machine grinding beans in the kitchen. The past few days I'd been helping Y/N carry some of her stuff over from her WITSEC house to mine, although she basically only had clothes and a few personal belongings.

Today is her first day back at work and she cried to me last night for a solid hour about how nervous she was about it. It was hard consoling her when I knew nothing about what her work was like or what she would go through but I knew either way she must be good at what she does to be dirty in the system and not get caught.

I messaged Haz to see if he knew anything about her job, apparently members of The Family have gotten her to skew some of their court trials before and she's saved their asses. I wonder if she even knew they were in The Family or not, they probably just paid her and kept quiet.

She wasn't going back into any jails for a long time but she would be working cases in the office and testifying in courts when she needed to. Honestly, her work seemed pretty caring about the whole PTSD thing from jail, they didn't want to send her back too soon for the sake of her mental health.

As desperately as I wanted to fall back asleep at this early god forsaken hour, I wanted to wish her good luck for her first day. Groaning, I rolled out of bed and shuffled to the kitchen where she was cupping a mug of hot coffee between her hands and staring out the window.

"Good morning darling," I mumbled, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind and leaning my chin on her shoulder.

"I'm not used to waking up this early anymore," she whined, sipping from her cup and taking a deep breath in and exhaling with a deep sigh.

"You excited to not work with teenagers anymore?" I joked, trying to make light of her obvious nerves regarding her return to normal life.

"Honestly I'm just excited to sink my teeth into criminal cases again. I feel like I haven't properly used my brain in months. But I don't really want to be alone with criminals during therapy sessions since last time I almost died..." She continued, turning around and looking up at me.

"You're alone with a criminal right now and you're fine. Plus you're just doing the legal sides of things until you're ready, no jail therapy until you decide you want to," I smiled, also relieved at the fact she wasn't face to face with guys who'd cut her open again. I swear to god, if any of those sons of bitches even lay a finger on her, they're dead men.

She nodded, reaching for her cup of coffee again and sipping it slowly. I was still half asleep but it was important for me that I make sure she was okay about leaving WITSEC for the first time.

"You look cute though, the whole business vibe is kind of sexy to me. I didn't expect you to look this good in a pencil skirt," I joked, snaking my hand down to grab her ass; which she hit my chest for.

"It's six in the morning and you're already wanting me, god Tom you're relentless... You haven't seen me wear my glasses yet, that'll change your mind about calling me sexy," she laughed, shaking her head as I over exaggerated my actions and facial expressions about how good she looked.

She was laughing and not thinking about her nerves anymore, mission accomplished.

"You wear glasses? Since when?" I mocked.

"They're just for fashion, I think they make me look smarter I don't know... Stop it, don't judge me! I can see in your face that you're judging me Thomas," she pouted, leaving the kitchen and grabbing her bag from the entryway table.

"Promise me that if you get nervous today you text me okay? I'll be here being bored. I'll just eat, and sleep, and wank and be bored some more and probably play PlayStation or something," I whined, not wanting her to leave me every day for her real life. I'll be allowed to train at the gym soon, I can't fight for a few weeks though.

"You're like a teenage boy sometimes I swear to god. But don't worry, your Dad's case is next week. You'll get to go back to your life before you know it," she smiled, turning to the wall mirror to apply lip gloss.

"Yeah but I doubt anything will change, he's just trying to appeal with his lawyer to get his sentence shortened. He's still pleading not guilty though," I shrugged.

He was stubborn my old man. He took the blame for half of The Family's crimes and went down with honour. He never snitched. He never even muttered someone's name in a story. After he was released from hospital, he was put into a high security ward of the jail, which I'm much more relieved about. I still miss him though.

She was right, after this last trial I would be out of WITSEC and back in my sky rise loft apartment with my expensive couch and comfy bed and not a single Ikea item in sight. But my real life doesn't have a Y/N in it, so I need to figure out what to do about that.

"Let me check if I can access his files today... Maybe I can find a loophole in his case that lawyers can't," she suggested casually, putting the lip gloss tube back in her bag and rubbing her lips together.

"Wait... You can find out that kind of stuff?" I ask, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed.

"Tom, my job is to basically tell the jury what goes on inside people heads. And then people like you, pay me lots of money to give the court a false testimony so that they get better outcomes for their case... Of course I can access your Dad's files," she laughed, before snapping her head towards me as we both figured out what each other were thinking.

"The re-trial... Can you rule Dad as mentally ill and get his sentence lowered?!" I said almost too excitedly, I can't believe I've never thought about this before.

"I mean, yeah let me check if I can get assigned to his case and I'll do a little bit of digging around. But you and your mafia family are not allowed to pay me, let me do this as a favour for you okay?" She said smiling, kissing me on the cheek softly to not smudge her makeup.

"You are the best," I called out as she walked to her car, not showing even the slightest bit of nerves for her first day of work anymore.

"I know I am," She called back.