"I'm going to fuck you until you say you're sorry for being a fucking brat," he snarled in my ear.
"Yes, Daddy" I moaned while his fingers moved in sync in pussy.
"Brava ragazza," he cooed.
[Good girl]
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Naina Patel- A 21 year old genius lawy...
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I kept my composure as the guard led Emilio in, the guard was not as smooth though. His hands and legs were cuffed and connected by a chain, the metallic clinks echoing through the cold, sterile room.
His cold, sad eyes locked with mine briefly before glancing away, as if carrying the weight of the accusations had worn him down. The guard led him to the silver seat across from mine before uncuffing, then re-cuffing him to the metal bar that protruded up from the table, then the guard almost ran out of the room.
"Emilio," I began, keeping my tone calm but firm, "I'm your lawyer Naina Patel and I know you didn't do this, but I need your side of the story Let's start from the beginning. Tell me everything you remember about that night."
"Thank goodness you believe me," he said finally, his voice filled with excitement. he too has a thick Italian accent like his cousin. "I've told everyone, but nobody has taken me seriously ."
I nodded, leaning forward slightly, meeting his gaze, "Then help me help you. We'll need every detail, no matter how small."
His lips parted giving way to a large toothy grin. "Well I was training in the wareho- gym outside the city maybe 30ish minutes."
He clearly avoided anything mafia related, so I urge him, "Emilio I know about the mafia, I need you to tell me everything,"
"Oh that's great. Okay, so I was there from around 8 to 11:30. I went straight home after, I live near Lorenzo, do you know him?".
I clench my fists at the mere mention of his name. I swallow my pride, "Yes, I do, we are long time friends,".
"Just friends, amore?" he questions.
"Yes Mr. Bianco, can we get back to your story?".
"Right, sorry bella," he continues, "My house is only five minutes away from Lorenzo's, so I wouldn't have even been near the murder site." [pretty]
I write down his timeline before asking, "Is there anyone that you suspect that could have put your DNA and fingerprints on and around Mr. Knights body? Your cousin seems to believe it was the Russian Bravata,".
"It's most definitely the Russians. Those bastardi," he growls. [bastards]
"I will have a team look into them. My next questions concerns your DNA and fingerprints that was found at the scene. Can you think of anytime anyone would have a chance to get a strand of your hair or your fingerprints?".
"Nothing comes to mind," he sighs.
"That's okay," I mutter looking back down at my notes, "Let's talk about your arraignment,".
"What is that?"
"Your first court date where you are going to hear your charges and bail will be set. Speaking of bail, you will most likely be denied bail due to the heinous nature of the crime, so yeah." I trail off feeling awkward under his stare.
