Past Mortem

"Can I buy the lady a drink to thank her for repeating the lies that the shyster of a prosecuting attorney fed her?" Controlled yet doused in sarcasm, his words were enough to drain the color on the red-head's face for a hot minute.

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The night at Eve street wasn't a fortunate one for many people. Understandably, the victims parents were saturated with remorse and hate. But these emotions also aligned well with those of Daniel Archer's.
After all, being accused of violating a girl and being thrown into prison based on a set of fabricated evidence must make any man drunk on revenge and resentment. Especially, when those you love also testify against you.

Friends, family.

And also the red-head old-flame; Diondra Johnson, who becomes the heiress of a scandalous Liquor lounge by the time he finally returns back to his old city.

A man intoxicated with a concoction of anger and revenge.
A woman who would do anything to keep her business safe.
And a City where justice was slaughtered 3 years ago.

Amidst all of this, the only question is, "How far can a person go, regardless of their gender, to justify what matters the most?"
What, or who wins at last?
Her perspective? His perspective? or the truth's perspective?

Cover credits: @alexan629