The Lawyer and the Greaser [Book 3]

Chapter 2

*Edward's p.o.v.*

"Here," She says softly, holding out the dark blue suit. "You need to shower, comb your hair, change, and meet me in the kitchen." I nod, walking to her bathroom where she already has a towel and soaps out for me. I quickly take a shower, getting dressed, and combing my hair. After I take a look in the mirror I cringe at my yellow teeth that I haven't brushed in a few days.

"Am I allowed to smoke in here?" I ask, looking around the kitchen. Miss Smith is sitting at the table, focusing on her paperwork that she has over me. Her petite frame turns as she looks up at me. "Yeah, use a cup for an ashtray." She points at a glass cup in her cabinets. "I'll use my soda bottle, miss." I offer, sitting across from her and lighting the cigarette.

"I've noticed that there's no record on your arrest." She points out. "It was normal for the situation, I guess." I take a drag and ash the cigarette. "They came in large packs, got me, arrested me, and took me to jail." She looks at me with intellectual eyes, thinking. "No words spoken?"

"Well no. Other than them telling me to shut up and sit in the back." I answer, trying to understand where she's coming from. "Did they read you your Miranda rights?" She asks. "They didn't read me anything, ma'am."

"There it is." She whispers to herself. "What is it?" I question, looking over the pages she has in front of her. "They can't keep you in custody because they never read you your Miranda rights, however they can still charge you." I nod, taking another drag and ashing the cigarette again.

"You're going to go home tonight but I need you to promise that you'll still see me. Even though you're out you're still being taken to court because of the extent of your charges." I agree with her and we look through other loopholes that we can possibly use.

"Do they have evidence?" I ask, finally putting out the cigarette. "We won't know until court day when they show it." Sue shakes her head. "Is there any evidence at your home?" I shake my head at her. "We never keep evidence of our dealings."

"Guns?"

"Of course."

"Drugs?"

"Alcohol."

"Woman workers?"

"Wouldn't touch 'em with a ten foot pole."

"Anything I need to be aware of?"

"It's like a normal house and I doubt they're going to find the guns." I tell her. She nods, reading more things on the papers again. "Alright, let's go get lunch j and head to the office." She says after a few minutes. I nod, standing and waiting by the door for her. She quickly gathers her things, putting on her high heels.

As she approaches me I open the door, allowing her to go first. When she locks it, I open her car door. She shuffles in and I close it then I walk to the passenger side. "You don't answer any questions unless I tell you to." She warns. I nod to her, not saying anything. "You know, you can speak. I'm not going to throw you in jail because you talk."

I go to nod again but instead I think of something to say. "Thank you." I speak up. To my  surprise she chuckles at my words. "For what? Telling you to be more talkative?" I shake my head, looking out the window. "Thank you for helping me. You don't have to let me use your shower, you don't have to let me eat your food, you've welcomed me into your home and I'm grateful for that."

"You're welcome, Edward." She says with a soft smile, her voice like silk. "I'll pay you back once this is all over with." I promise. She agrees and pulls into a fast food place. I order a burger, fries, and a drink while she gets something similar.

"We're going to have to pull some strings..." She whispers as we start eating in the parking lot. "What do you mean?" I question, looking over her suspiciously. "When you go to court, I will bring my 'bible' and it will actually be a different book so you're not lying over the Bible."

"Why are you trying to help me escape?" I can't keep myself from asking at this point. She shrugs her shoulders and eats her food. Deciding to leave it, we finish our food then head to the office. "What do you want to be when you get older, Mr. Gold?" She randomly asks. "Successful and a father." I answer honestly.

"Would you ever give up the mafia?" I take a minute to evaluate my life without the mafia and I can't see it happening. "No." I answer quickly. "Would you ever change things about it if someone you cared about asked you to?"

"Yes." I answer quickly again. She nods but doesn't say anything. Soon we're pulling into the law firm and we're walking up stairs to her office. "It's in fifteen minutes, we need to go to the conference room and wait for them to get here."

~oOo~

"So Mr. Gold," The Lawyer starts off. I feel the tape recorder in my pocket spinning while it's recording the whole thing. "Are you guilty of these crimes?" I look to Rosaline who nods. That means to lie. "No, sir." I say easily. The man studies me then looks to his colleagues. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, sir." He shakes his head. "We have evidence, Edward." As soon as I go to answer Rosaline puts a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. "What evidence is that?" She questions. The guys look around nervously, then one speaks up.

"We're not legally supposed to show you." Rosaline rolls her eyes at this statement but I'm quite confused. "Legally you don't have to, but you can." She challenges, looking to them all. "Well we're going to wait until court." The first man finally decided.

"Okay then we're done here, boys." Rosaline declares, standing and packing her things. I look to her for permission to actually leave and she nods, guiding me out of the conference room. She sets her hand on the small of my back, gently pushing me towards her office. After we sit, she looks at her watch then looks at me.

"What's your favorite color?" She questions, studying me. "Green." I answer, looking away. "Do I intimidate you?" She pushes. "No." I say, looking back. "Why do you have such a hard time making eye contact?" I feel myself start to get frustrated so I look away. I just want to kiss her every time I look at her.

"Mr. Gold?" I focus on the scars on my hands. "Look at me." She says softly. "No." I hear her stand up and walk over to me. She kneels down, lifting my chin to look her in the eyes. "Do you not trust me?" Being this close, I know I shouldn't, but I give into my urge to kiss her.

She yelps in surprise so I go to pull away but her hand goes to my hair, pulling me closer. As she begins kissing back, I resist the urge to touch her anywhere because I didn't ask. In seconds she's pulling away and quickly shuffling to her desk, leaving me confused.

Just when I'm going to ask if she's okay there's a knock on the door. "Come in," She calls, pulling out papers and looking over them. I focus on fixing my hair. "Boss needs you." A taller, most likely older man says. "Thanks, Dennis." She dismisses him. "New client or boyfriend?" He asks, referring to me.

"What does it matter?" She challenges. "Will you just go out on one date with me?" He practically begs. She rolls her eyes and groans. "Dennis, why does all of our conversations turn out like this?" She pleads. "I really like you."

"Can you get out?" I snap at him, standing and turning around. "We're talking about important business." I say, crossing my arms. "You're the scary mafia leader aren't you?" He questions, looking over me. "Get out!" I yell at him.

He nods and quickly runs out of the room with his head hung low. I turn to apologize to her for that but she's already on the phone with her boss. "Let's go." She says, hanging up the phone and gathering her papers. "Court is in two hours."