The bed beneath me was hard, and only held three inches of cushioning to support my back. I had been put in a juvenile holding cell for my trial in the Bronx though the trial would be taking place in Manhattan. My clothing had been packed up and Logan had taken it back to my house in the Hamptons.
I'd been in the concrete cell for a week, only leaving to eat or workout, though I wasn't dumb in here were children who had gotten into drugs, and alcohol, thieves and multi-time offenders. They'd all wanted to know what I did to get in here and even what my name was though only giving them the name I'd adopted for street racing made it easy. All of them just knew me as Ryan.
Sitting up on the bed as the buzzer rang I used the bathroom, and got dressed in the uniforms they provided us before leaving the cell to mess hall.
I knew today was the first day of my trial that would likely last for a week or two so I had that minor excitement in the back of my mind however I was more then willing and able to just keep it as an afterthought.
Getting down to the room where all of us ate I took my tray and sat eating while watching everyone else from the wall, I had immediately adopted wall sitting instead of looking for a spot so that no one could get the upper hand on me.
At some point a siren rang and guards entered followed by Logan.
"You, you're coming with us, put your food back at the concession and follow us" one of the guards said pointing to me before I did just that, silently glaring at the group of people who were following my progress, and giving them shivers.
What a bunch of dull fucks.
Leaving the mess hall I was led out of the building to the back where a collection of Brabus vehicles sat with my security around the vehicles while Elijah stood with a suit.
"Mr. Winters you need to get changed on our way to the courthouse, for your trial".
"Wonderful" I sigh as my handcuffs were removed and I took the stack of clothing and slipped into the back of the car to change part way into the suit.
Once I had pants and a shirt on I opened the door and handed the uniform back folded neatly.
"Thank you, we will take it from here" Logan says and the guards head back to the detention center.
"Your car will be escorted to the courthouse and then back to NYPD where you will be placed in a holding cell for the period of your trial, every morning at eight a car will arrive for you to go to your trial, upon the trials end you will be escorted to the place that is of decided destination. Your lawyers are already aware of what they are arguing, now we just all hope that you are allowed house arrest" Logan says and I nod.
"Thank you Logan for trying so hard to get me the best" I say giving him a nod that is returned.
"One final thing, because of your familial power everyone involved has been instructed to sign an NDA by the Winters Estate" he adds.
"That is appreciated" I smile before pulling the door closed to go to my trial.
It was good now no matter the outcome no one would know that I had been apart of a gang and be able to ruin me, it made the entire crime invisible aside from those who were outside that circle though they would never say anything about it knowing that their contracts made it so they couldn't, and Logan was family.
The entire drive there I finished getting ready, and styled my hair how I wanted before freshening up in the back seat, and Elijah provided food and drink for me.
"Thank you Elijah" I praise.
"Always Mr. Winters" he replies before I look up at him through the mirror.
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The Billionaire Darkness
Teen Fiction{Book #0.5 of The Winters Series} Adrian Leo Winters was many things, the heir to his parents multi trillion dollar empire, the son of the renowned Alexander Winters, but underneath he was cold, and sad, broken from years of being away from his sist...
