Until You Mean It

Chapter 11: The Return

New chapter yah! It's a little late but it's still Friday. I wanted to update a little earlier but it's better to be late than never right? So here is your new chapter. Happy reading.

Not your everyday person can prove or claim that they have met a Mexican warlord. I can safely say neither have I. Because surely I would not be alive.

Well, at least not an authentic Mexican warlord just a hopeless wannabe- My friend Christian Diaz. Unfortunately, he was a bit too invested in this project. Way more than I was. So sadly, I had to play along.

"Can you please tell me why you had to 'kill' a night club owner and not only 'kill' him but send body parts to his family," I said with my forehead etched with frustration while he smirked. At this point in time my hand was twitching to just smack him with my heavy textbook and live with the inevitable consequences. Sadly, I had to refrain from doing so, I was his pretend lawyer but I still could get fired and failure was not an option.

"Isn't that what they do? He asked. "I had to set example. I'm a badass warlord after all." He sniggered while running his fingers through his hair.

"I did a little research." He said as an afterthought.

I rolled my eyes and cleared my
throat. This is for my 3.5 GPA. "Mr Diaz as your lawyer I'm advising you to refrain from any criminal activities...... I trailed. At least for now. One more slip up and you will definitely go to prison. You're already the main suspect for the murder."

I took up his folder and started reading his case file, waiting for a reply. After a few minutes, I realized he hadn't reply so I looked up to see if he had fallen asleep or had loss concentration due to his ability to have an attention span of an autistic goldfish.

Chris had his hand over his mouth, trying to muffle his laughter while he shook like a frail leaf on a tree. I puckered my lips in distaste and he laughed even harder, holding his stomach.

"Look at you being all professional," he said in a baby voice and pinched my cheek.

I smacked his hand away and huffed.

We were still at the beach house. Most persons had already left. Just Tyler, Chad and a few of their other friends were helping with clean up while I was stuck with Chris, unfortunately.

"Mr Diaz at these meetings I'm not your friend. I am your lawyer. So please act appropriately." I said with the most pompous voice I could mustered.

He raised his eyebrow at me while I scribbled on some paper just to ignore him. He grinned while poking me to get a reaction. I tried my best not to smile, not wanting him to know how much I was secretly enjoying myself.

He composed himself, feigning professionalism.
"My apologies," he said with mocking sincerity. He paused "I had a moment of immaturity."

I scoffed in disbelief. A moment? Please. He ignored me.

"Now Miss Launter, how am I getting out of this? I cannot under no circumstances go to prison." He leaned back into his chair and took a swig of his beer, waiting expectantly.

I sat up straighter and folded my legs. "We will go over everything next week. I just wanted confirmation on whether or not you killed that man. So I know where to go from there." I shook my head feigning disappointment.

He slammed his hand down on the bench which made me jumped out of my skin for a millisecond.
"He tried to steal one hundred pound of marijuana! So maybe or maybe not I killed him and send his right hand to his people. As a warning." He shrugged, recovering quickly from his feigned anger.