Rowland, The Senators Son

Chapter 22 Acts of Kindness

"Fuck Off you little wanker. If you think I will say Alexia did anything wrong, you are just kidding yourself." Michael Wallace was angry he had been taken into custody by Blain Jackson who now sat in front of him at some nondescript motel room in upstate New York. For the past month, the little prick had turned up time after time with the same trumped up statement demanding he sign it.

The bastard was trying to get him to say Alexia was the one who organised for Jeffers kidnapping, so she could then kill Rossocove.

He was a smart arse cocky shit in his own little delusion he thought Wallace would have wanted to avenge the death of his boss.

There could have been no better timing than the sudden heavy thumping on the motel room door.

One of Jackson's lackeys went to answer it, a tall man with black hair and blazing brown eyes had barged past him. A tall, elegant mocha skin woman followed right on his heels.

"Okay Jackson, Wallace is now in Federal custody and coming with me," the man produced a warrant.

Jackson's expression had turned nasty. "Take him, if you think this will protect her you have another thing coming."

The interaction was brief and Wallace now found himself between the tall man and mocha skinned beauty in the back of a dark-coloured S.U.V.

"Wallace, I'm Phillip Jeffers I'm a Federal Special Investigator, I've been investigating Rossocove's operations in the States and this is Ms Felicia Stephens your legal counsel." Phillip informed Wallace that, he was now in his custody and that in return for his testimony he would receive a plea deal.

Phillip had been so pissed off when he found out Blain Jackson had swept up Michael Wallace before his guys had. He had promised Alexia he would do all he could to get the man back and help him. That is why he had turned to a lawyer friend Felicia Stephens.

Felicia Stephens was a sassy woman of mixed heritage whose beauty was only outshone by her brains.

He had known the woman since their freshman year, rescuing her one night when some frat boys including Blain Jackson had tried to roofie her and two of her girlfriends. It was so fucken cliché.

Rowland then in his senior year had taken a good bit of retribution on Blain and his little crew, bashing the living shit out of him during a Uni boxing match. He had always known his brother was strong and one hell of a boxer, but that day he deliberately pulled punches. Making sure Blain endured a full three rounds. Blain's face looked like ground beef at the end of the fight and ended up in hospital with a concussion. It took a visit to a well-known plastic surgeon to return the boy's looks.

Felicia had sat in Rowland's corner with him playing bucket girl, the whole time sporting a vicious little smile on her lips.

Phillip had brought her in on several human trafficking cases he had worked to represent the victims. In most cases, she had arranged for them to stay in the states if they wished.

Many would have explained Felicia as a bleeding heart liberal. All Phillip had ever seen was a caring woman who just wanted to see people get a fair go. Right at that moment though he was having trouble concentrating she just looked so damn good.

"He is still an arrogant, nasty little prick, but that felt so fucken good." Felicia's smiled and blew Phillip a kiss. "Thank you for letting me in on this one."

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It surprised Wallace to find that he was not in some cell in some federal lock up instead; Jeffers had taken him to a warehouse in New York. They were now sitting around a large table drinking coffee. There were several others present most he did not recognise, but he recognised Toku and Rowland.