Unlawful Shadows | +18

Chapter 4

Third Person's POV

Lysander sighed, sinking into his leather chair as he looked at the stack of case requests on his desk. 'Why must I be in charge of selecting and assigning cases?' 

Of course I'm in charge, as the other two barely have a molecule of responsibility in them.

 Thinking about Zander's impulsiveness and Zephyr's ignorance, he sighed again.

I wish they did something other than being a pain in my ass.

Each case brought its own set of moral dilemmas, and Lysander was meticulous in his selection. His eyes narrowed as he came across a file detailing the case of a 37-year-old married man accused of raping and killing a girl. 

Disgust flickered across his features, and he wasted no time categorising it into the rejection pile. The evidence was lacking, and it would be fairly easy to win this case. However, there would be no defence for someone who had committed such atrocities, Lysander thought as he made a mental note to ensure the man faced the consequences he deserved, leveraging the power of his connections. 

'If only Zander understood the importance of connections', he thought recalling the way Zander downright refused to go to any charity balls and events. 

The public's perception may vary, but Lysander and his brothers stood firm in their principles—they defended only those who truly deserved it, driven by a purpose that transcended the courtroom. 

There's a reason behind everything we do, but of course, we can't expect people to understand.

Lysander leaned back in his chair, his mind briefly wandering away from the stack of case files. The Tenebris brothers were known for their professional demeanor, seldom engaging in social circles for anything other than business. 

He could count on one hand the number of people, excluding his brothers, with whom he shared a personal connection. Loneliness wasn't the label he'd give to their existence—it was more like a deliberate choice. The Tenebris brothers had weathered storms together, forged in the crucible of tough times, and had relentlessly worked to ascend the ladder of success. 

The most comforting thought in those solitary moments was the knowledge that, annoying as they could be, his brothers had his back, standing as an unbreakable trio. 

Lysander stood up, slipping into his suit jacket as he made his way towards the door of his office. The week had been a relentless grind of work, and it was high time the Tenebris brothers took a breather. The idea of a weekend break had crossed his mind, a necessary pause to prevent Zander from descending into a frenzy of work-induced madness and Zephyr from burning out. 

Opening the door, he found himself lost in contemplation, only to be jolted by the sight of a woman entering Zander's office. 

Has he gone back to fucking in middle of office hours-

"What the fuck is taking that long?"

'Never mind, he's just having another one of his ridiculous tantrums.' He shakes his head, thinking about his short-tempered and impulsive brother. Acting first, and thinking later.

Refocusing, he continued toward his secretary, who rose to greet him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Tenebris. How can I assist you today?" the secretary inquired.

Lysander sighed, "Clear up my schedule and my brothers' for the weekend."

His secretary furrowed his eyebrows, opening his mouth to speak. 

"But-"

"Make it happen."

"Of course, Mr. Tenebris."