Paul Paterson was exhausted as he walked to his car in the parking garage. He wished he had done a Winston Arnett and offered a plea but that wasn't his way really. He wished the defense had actually asked for a plea. Instead of them putting that ridiculous shit out in front of everyone. Reverse racism. He sighed and shook his head as he reached his jeep, feeling for his keys in his pants pocket. If it was not such an important case he would head out to Club J or Zest in DC to unwind a little. He needed a stiff drink and a good fuck after today's shit show.
Then suddenly he was grabbed from behind by an black ski masked person who threw him against his car.
What the fuck.....
" Don't hurt me ! Just take my wallet. My phone. My watch. Take it all ! "
The man growled ," Race traitor bitch ! "
Then his fist punched Paul in the face, stunning him for a second. Paul saw red and immediately aimed his own fist at the assailant who just laughed and ducked. The attacker kicked him in the stomach and then his balls twice.
" Drop the case ," the man whispered as he punched Paul again in the face. " Or we'll drop you in a shallow grave right next to that traitor judge. "
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ODDS OF LOVE - SEASON THIRTEEN
Fiction généraleThe ongoing original soap opera about disabled math genius professor Dr. Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and all their family , friends and enemies in the Washington DC metro area. Multicultural. Diverse.
