❛You're mine. And If I don't get you, no one can.❜
In which our little psycho protagonist somehow makes the world's 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 most dangerous criminals develop an unhealthy obsession for her.
➻ Alternative Universe
➻ Crime Noir Fiction
➻ Action...
{A/N: From this point on, the POVs will shift, but the primary focus will remain on Y/N.}
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🥀Ⱨ₳Ⱡ₣ ĐɆVłⱠ, Ⱨ₳Ⱡ₣ ₲ØĐĐɆ₴₴ 🥀 "She is a flower but she isn't soft. When her petals fall, they hit like bullets."
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"My husband and son... both fell victim to the medicine. It's been six years since I lost them," the woman whispered, quietly wiping away her tears. "Six years since their deaths, and I've been fighting ever since."
I handed her a box of tissues and leaned back, listening intently. "Have you had any leads?"
"None," she replied, her expression flat. "I've had eight lawyers, and each one was compromised by the other side. The final date has been set, and I have no hope of moving forward with this..."
"Did you not file complaints against the lawyers?" I asked, jotting down her words in my notes. She scoffed, "File a complaint? Do you know how the rich operate? It's all about power. A poor, single woman like me has no choice but to beg."
"Hmm... if you've lost hope, why come here?" I probed.
She stared at me for a long moment, her eyes revealing something unreadable. "They told me you're the best. That you've never lost a case," she said, swallowing hard before continuing. "That you're the only lawyer who would help someone like me—pathetic, poor, and alone."
Her mask finally slipped, and tears streamed down her face. "I know I don't have any hope... But I can't let it go. I can't die knowing that justice wasn't served for my husband and son. That the people who killed them are still out there, living their lives!"
She broke down again, sobbing uncontrollably. "I... I just can't let go..."
I gently held her hands and smiled, bending down to meet her gaze. "Don't cry, Mrs. Lee. Justice will be served. I will help you."
Mrs. Lee hiccupped, using the last of the tissues to wipe her tear-streaked face. "I'm sorry for using all your tissues."
Chuckling softly, I handed her a glass of water. "It's okay, Mrs. Lee. My assistant will show you out. Let's meet tomorrow to go over the paperwork." Felix followed my words, "Thank you so much, Ms Fiore. I can't express the amount of gratitude I have for you." Mrs Lee gratefully retorted. Nodding one last time, she turned towards the door and left.
The Villein Group; A billion-dollar Pharmaceutical company that is responsible for numerous deaths worldwide for their uncertified medicines. They have been cleaning their stains for a long while now and poor families like Mrs Lee's still haven't attained Justice.
