In a city where adrenaline fuels the night, Nova Laurent gets tangled in the deadly world of illegal street racing. Behind the roaring engines and screeching tires lies a darker game-one where victory can mean life, and defeat, death.
And death is...
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"Can you do this?" My lawyer asked me. His voice was flat like always.
"I can do it," I responded in the same tone I have been for months. Flat and disassociated.
"Nova, are you sure? I know it's hard, you were engaged to her, I know it's hard." He sighed and tucked his hands into his pockets. "I just want to make sure you know you can back out and take the plea deal now, do the five years, and get out. Shits going to get ugly in there." He warned me.
"Manuel, tell me something new." I scoffed. "None of this is going to affect me. I can do it. What she did to me isn't acceptable, I want her to get what she deserves." I said.
"Nova..." he trailed off. "She was going to be your wife. Do you really want to go through with this? We can—"
"Manuel, do your job and make sure I stay out of prison. She is no longer my problem. I want this to be done so I don't have to see her again." I said sternly.
He exhaled. "Okay, stick to what we agreed, answer all her lawyers questions and don't give him more than one sentences." He sighed. "Let's keep you out of prison." He said led me out of our council room towards the courtroom where the my ex-fiancée was already seated.
Shortly after, the judge walked in. "All rise." The court bailiff said to everyone.
From the corner of my eye I could see her across from me sat with her lawyer. I hate to admit it but she still looked good and put together.
So effortlessly put together. I haven't seen her in the last three months and yet she's still managing to catch my eye. Even when I want nothing to do with her.
She was wearing her a pair of black dress pants with a cotton long sleeved top that clung to her body perfectly. Her hair was down and wavy, her still red hair strained not peaking through as much any more. She'd worn her usual red lipstick and wore her red bottom heels to match.
She kept her jewellery light having only her set of bracelets on one wrist and her gold rings coating her fingers with a necklace around her neck layered with the cross.
Ironic because she's far from a saviour.
Her face remained stoic as she stood next to her lawyer. I took a deep breath and faced forward once again as the judge came out in her black cloak. Her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floors.
I took a deep breath and wiped my hands on my pants once more.
Shits about to get serious.
"Be seated." She said and we all sat back down. "Today we're here for case number 44321, Nova Stanley-Laurent against the Hannon family. With Carlota Victoria Marianna Flores as an accomplice." She spoke stating the obvious.
