His Suit, His tie, His Handcuffs

When I started working for Jet Black my agenda was against him. In reality I was a journalist, not a lawyer, but this case would be my biggest yet. I knew my way around a law-firm so getting in wasn't the hardest. Jet use t o be one hell of a defendant, saved the most vial criminals out there. I knew behind his eyes there was darkness, that he had both seen and become. I wasn't suppose to see him much with the internship I acquired but it was going to have to be enough. I just never expected that only three days later I'd be pinned to a desk by none other than Jet Black. With a gun in my mouth and his fingers gracefully lingering on the sensitivity of my skin - I were in for a wild run between learning everything good about him by seeing how dark he could be.