Lawyers, Liars, & Lipstick

"Do you understand Omertà, Ms. Grey?"

Carmin smiled kindly at the man, "it's a concept I'm familiar with. I do also, understand when I'm being threatened Mr. Fiore." Lucien's brow twitched as he watched the brunette in front of him continue to eat her scone. She wasn't reacting how one normally would in his presence and it irked him.

"I'm not threatening you Ms. Grey..." he claimed, pulling out the chair in front of the lawyer. He unbuttoned his suit jacket as he lowered himself into the cold cafe chair. It looked tiny under his body and the muscles in his arms flexed when he leaned forward to lay them on his knees. He was unnecessarily close to Carmin, but the lack of boundaries didn't seem to deter her from eating in the slightest.

Carmin pierced her lips, her head shook as she smiled up at Lucien, "Well then you are being followed by a man with a gun Mr. Fiore, you should really be more aware of your surroundings." Her comment was short, brisk, and coated in annoyance.

Lucien stared at her for a second before leaning back in his chair, flashing his gun in the process before he moved his suit jacket black into place. He nodded to himself, "Alright. I am threatening you. Don't fuck up this case. You're job is to make this go away. You know this charge is bogus, they are after me. My brother did nothing wrong."

"He got caught with an unregistered gun and a vial of ketamine." She responded dryly.

Lucien grunted, "You're supposed to be the best." His voice was tight, eyes narrowed.

Carmin brushed her hands together to rid the crumbs and shrugged, "So are you." She shot back, "Omertà or not, Mr. Fiore, everyone knows you run Casa Moretti. It is just a matter of proving it. My job isn't to protect you, it's to win my clients case. I am under no obligation to protect you. And if throwing you in a cell gets my client out, I won't hesitate."