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Judge Dominic Hernandez had been a good friend to Detective Underwood since college. They had a lot of similarities, mainly putting away people who didn't deserve to be in jail. With those two being friends, that meant that Underwood knew a lot about the wrong doings of his friend. He made sure to use that to his advantage.
It was nearing 2AM. Judge Hernandez had just gotten home after a wild night with one of the many prostitutes that he enjoys on his off night. He came stumbling into his house, bumping into walls, while trying to undress. As he walked past his living room, he thought he saw something and it caused him to double take. The liquor and drugs had his vision blurry so he chalked it up as him seeing things. Hernandez stumbled over to his bar near the kitchen and poured another drink.
"You don't think you had enough?"
The voice behind him caused him to jump. The glass bottle of whiskey dropped to the floor. Turning around he came face to face with Marco and Drea. She sat at the dinning room table and Marco leaned against the wall. "Wha—why are you in my house?"
"We wanna chat, have a seat." Marco pointed at the chair across from him.
Somehow the judge grew sober. He looked at the gun in Drea's hand that she was itching to use. The look in both of their eyes was cold. Hernandez walked over to the table and sat down.
"I'm here for one reason only." Marco added.
"Underwood." Hernandez responded.
"Yup. You helped him lock me and my brothers away. There was no case but you abused your power to help him do that. So let me know, what made you do that stupid shit?"
"Helping a friend."
The sound of the gun loading filled the room. Hernandez's eyes moved back over to Drea who was itching to pull a trigger. "I hope that's not your final answer." She said.
"I hope you idiots know that threatening or killing a judge is not the smartest thing. You'll spend the rest of your life behind bars."
Grabbing the back of his head Marco slammed it onto the oak table, instantly breaking his nose. "Oh you think we give a fuck about your title?" Marco asked as getting in his face. "My lady could kill you right now and make it look like a suicide."
"Would you like for me to show you?" Drea smiled.
"What do you want?"
"Tomorrow morning, you'll drop all charges against me and my brothers and add double jeopardy to them. I wanna be so fucking untouchable, it's sickening. Anything that we got on our records, expunged. Clean as a whistle, type shit." Marco responded.
"What's in it for me?"
"You get to live another day...you make this happen or, we'll make sure to hang up pictures of you on your little date tonight." Drea said, showing Judge Hernandez a picture from inside his car. "This could really ruin everything for you. It'll be so bad, you'd wish we killed you instead."
"How did you get cameras in my car?" Frantically Hernandez swiped through the photos. "This is insane."
"Yeah, I said the same thing when I saw those photos because I'm pretty sure that's a man. How many sentences have you handed down to working girls, knowing that you enjoy them as much as the next creep?"
Exhaling, Hernandez sat down the phon then look at Drea and Marco. "8am, I'll send the emails out. Charges will be dropped, records will be cleared."
Marco nodded. "Cool, now you know we're watching you. If I have to come back it's going to be really bad for you."
