With Love

Chapter Forty-Four

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My ass smacked onto the cold metal chair when Tessa pushed me. I blew stray hairs out of my face with a glare in her direction. "Was that absolutely necessary?" I asked, settling my handcuffed wrists onto the dirty metal table of the interrogation room.

Tessa grinned over her shoulder. "Yes, yes it was," she stated, turning the pole of the blinds, shutting them so no one would be able to see through.

I sniffed, pulling a face at the stale smell of sweat. "Fair enough, but did you need to tighten these so much?" I jiggled the handcuffs in the air for emphasis before looking at my wrists closely. "My wrists are already beginning to chafe," I whined, running a thumb over the red line of raw skin appearing.

She scoffed, pulling out a set of keys and tossing them onto the table in front of me. "I needed it to look believable, didn't I?" She mocked, leaning against the wall. "That's what you demanded from me, after all."

The metal clanked onto the table as I unlocked each cuff before twisting in my seat to glare at her. "Yes, make it believable, not cut off my blood circulation," I argued, my words quick.

Tessa rolled her eyes. "Such a pain in my ass," she murmured to herself, folding her arms across her chest. "Look, I've got to interrogate your dad right now—."

A frown marred my face. "My father," I cut her off, "He's my father, not my dad."

That made her pause and look at me for a moment. Really look at me. She nodded. "Fine, I'm going to interrogate your father, do you think you can sit here for a minute before the District Attorney gets here?"

My lips pursed. "Do I get a lawyer?"

"If you really want one, I'm sure you of all people know how the legal system works," she tossed me a sly grin and I smiled happily. "But it's up to you."

"Eh, I think I can handle the District Attorney, Henley Peters doesn't scare me," I stated, leaning back in my chair and crossing my legs. My family's connections ran deep through New York City and its government, Henley Peters was nothing special to me.

A snort left Tessa's lips. "It's not Henley Peters, she just resigned, you'll have to deal with the Acting District Attorney."

I blinked. Oh fuck.

Tessa twisted the door handle. "Have fun, play nice, and don't bite," she sent me a smirk, "they bite back." The door clicked shut behind her.

I slumped in my seat. Double fuck.

Maybe I should've requested a lawyer. Although, technically the Acting District Attorney was going to be my lawyer if things go as planned.

The feeling of dread filled my stomach but I sat up straight, unwilling to let it show on my face and in my body language. You never know who was on the other side of that two-way mirror.

Finally, with one spare moment to think, my mind wandered. My uncle was dead, rightfully so but the pain still ebbed in my chest. Someone finally took down Julian Love, the Head of the Love Family.

What happened now? Did things go back to normal? Would I still be in charge? I scoffed. Of course, I'd still be in charge.

As much as Jasper and I now understand each other, I wouldn't put it past him in wanting the throne. But would I fight him for it? And then another thought occurred. Would he even want it with a kid on the way?

My brain swirled. Too many unanswered questions, too quickly.

The door opened and I slipped a bored expression onto my face. I kept my gaze trained on the mirror in front of me but caught the flash of a pastel pink briefcase before it gently settled on the metal table between us.