LOVING MITCHIE

Prologue

The air in the court room was damned heavy with pure silence, no one uttered a single word.
Mitchie Parrish stared into the distance, her black opal eyes mirrored no emotion but on the inside, she was burning with tension and anxiety. Her heart thumped.
The court clerk began reading the verdict aloud, his voice, a nasal whine.
"On this day, March the fifth, two thousand and sixteen... in the state of California... "
She sighed. Words, too many words, just where we're they heading to?
Mitchie looked around the court room and her eyes fixed in Ryder Wheels. The bastard smiled sinisterly at her. She curled her fists, wishing she could throw a punch at his rugged looking face. He had put her in prison. She had killed his daddy. She shot the fucktard out of self defense. Unfortunately, his dad ended up killing her brother, David and Dimitri.
OH! Dimitri had been everything to her, a bit older than her though, twelve years wasn't that much, was it?
He was the love of her life. Her father, George Parrish had been in a business partnership with Finland Wheels, Ryder's father. They both put their hard earned money into building a club, naming it Cesar's. They made a lot from the club. Then, one day, Finland brought up something about a strip joint and George turned him down.
"We sell a show here and drinks and entertainment. We don't sell women. If any dude is horny, he can go howl down the street for a lady to satisfy his dick".
Finland tried but George shunned him, badly. They then separated, Finland going into porn production, George, building a hotel. George was successful, he got married and had two kids... His wife died years later.. George sometimes suffered heart attacks so his daughter, Mitchie worked in his place.
"George, the Bull", she always called him. She was tough, independent and no fuckin person was going to bring her down. Finland had tried bringing the proposal to Mitchie, she refused flatly.
One day, she had gotten drunk, Finland tried to rape her. She fought so hard and kneed him in his crotch, then she ran downstairs to her car, Finland, hot on her heels. She drove home recklessly. When she got home, George was at the hospital, David and Dimitri were home.
She ran upstairs, going for her father's shotgun.
Downstairs, gunshots fired. Mitchie heard curses and thus, she got to the staircase. Sirens were blaring loudly. Finland caught sight of her and wanted to fire.
She'd shot him four fuckin times, not feeling remorse. Dimitri had a bullet embedded in his skull. David, the same. She cried her eyes out, gun still in her hand. The police had taken her immediately.
Now, here she was. The nightmare was behind her. The court clerk droned on. She held her breath and hoped... prayed...
She would be found guilty, but she did it our of defense foe herself.. The bastard was going to rape her! The newspaper had already crucified her. Mitchie Parrish. The mobster's daughter. Even though her father hadn't committed any offense in the past twenty years, the stench remained. What a mess. Mitchie lifted her chin proudly, she wouldn't crumble. She was prepared to take whatever they handed out.
"And we, the jury", the clerk continued sonorously, "do find the defendant, Michelle Parrish", a pause, "guilty of second degree murder".
The verdict jolted through her like an electric shock as the court room erupted..
Voices.
She'd be jailed for eleven months. The buzz filled her ears, and man! It was suffocating. Ryder would pay heavily for this but first, she had to get out of this dinge