A Dangerous Sub (gxg)

Prologue

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The courtroom bailiff called forward the next case for hearing in a monotone. The woman situated behind the bench was doing a sweep of the room when her eyes landed on the peculiar girl in orange that was led to the front. The judge wasn't one to be captivated by people, but right at that point as her trained gaze locked with the younger woman, she felt adulation coming to the forefront, dancing like water within her. An excitement, intrigue that she had no control over surged through her and Joslyn took several slow breaths to calm herself. Was she nervous? Maybe. The way those attentive eyes lingered, showing no sign of intimidation piqued her curiosity.

The bailiff passed her case file towards her and she read its contents, elated that there was something other than the curious gaze she saw to occupy herself with. She skimmed through the pages, slowly arching her brow at the many questionable things Miss Amberle Wilson committed somewhat recently and in the past. There were insane offences like public nudity— mooning little kids, flashing cops and the judge looked up at the young woman and she swore there was a complacent smirk against her red lips.

"Well, Ms Wilson, it seems as though you've made quite a name for yourself from what I've garnered," Joslyn said still flipping through the file. Looking up again she saw the girl was about to say something but refrained.

"Three counts of burglary shoplifting, assault, graffiti, that's just to name a few and these are just things you did in the last couple of weeks,"

"What can I say, Joslyn," Amberle drawled squinting at the woman's name tag. "I enjoy living dangerously,"

Joslyn grimaced.

Immediately her expression turned sour and the girl's lawyer recognized the change in her aura. The man was familiar within the woman's courtroom and she respected him but he had a limited amount of time to redeem himself for choosing to represent such an uncouth soul. She watched him hurry to apologize on the girl's behalf.

"Please forgive my client, your honour, she lacks proper training. Failing to realize that she's standing before a woman of authority who would be determining her fate, she just forgot to address you respectfully." He said and the young girl scoffed and Joslyn placed her file down, intertwining her fingers as she regarded the man's client.

"Aren't you a little too old Miss Wilson to be getting in trouble over things one would expect from a teenager?" She inquired and the girl chose to bite her tongue, willfully ignoring the woman's inquisition. It was obvious she pretended she hadn't heard a thing the judge said and such bravery amazed the woman. The fact that she had the guts to address her by her first name and then consciously ignore the direct question incited a stronger intrigue to swell. Joslyn loved challenges, but never had she come across a stubborn defendant within her courtroom in all the years she sat in that chair as a judge. Until now.

The girl's lawyer spent the next few minutes fighting for his client and even so the woman saw even he wasn't sure his representation would do much for her.

"I see." The judge said when the man finished explaining how Amberle was only guilty by association rather than perpetuating the crime herself.

"Mr Logan, how does your client pleads to the charge of attempted burglary?"

"Not guilty your honour," Mark answered and the judge turned her attention to Amberle. She was eyeing her with profound wickedness. She was nonverbally challenging her, hoping, daring. The woman couldn't understand why someone in a position like that was able to challenge her yet the obscurity of it made her stomach do a Summersault. Amberle must've noticed the effect she had on her because her lips peeled back exposing her pearly whites in a wide grin, a one-sided dimple protruded that Joslyn found particularly cute.

Such a brat the woman contemplated. Disregarding the blatant disrespect she continued to study the girl, a proper ruling for the crimes she'd committed came to mind.

"Bail is set for 2000 dollars Mr Logan and your client will be subjected to 300 hours of community service to complete over the next two months. Since you like making a mess everywhere you go, let's see how well you'll cope now that you are expected to clean instead, miss Wilson." She ruled slamming on her gavel and the girl frowned. It satisfied the judge, seeing the displeasure on the younger face.

"She can't do that, can she?" Amberle fussed at her lawyer while pushing her brown hair away from her forehead.

"Yes, Amberle she can because she's the judge so I expect you to stand there and say nothing else, please," Mark begged and she slammed her mouth shut. A pout scattered across her lips and it took every bit of self-control to stop Joslyn from grinning. The spoiled ones usually reacted the same.

"Thank you, your honour, my client will do what is expected and will also try her best never to appear in your courtroom again."

Joslyn doubted it she thought as the man with the salt and pepper hair turned to his client to whisper something into her ear before another bailiff came forward to escort her out of the courtroom. Before she left the room she turned to glare one last time at the woman whose mind went blank from the look she received from the girl. There was anger, deflated ego, everything but repentance. Joslyn was supposed to be focused on the next case that was being presented, but she couldn't. Her now polluted mind ran off with countless thoughts; she knew that wasn't the last time she'd meet the girl.

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