Objection, Your Honor!
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He grabs my wrist, pulling me towards him, so hard that I hit his chest. He puts his other hand gently under my chin, forcing me to look up into his gray eyes. He lowers his mouth to my right ear, and coldly whispers, "You know I've killed people, right?"
I look up into his dark eyes, and say with a slight chuckle, " You're lucky I'm not working your case."
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Amara DaCosta, recently passing the Bar exam, is starting her job at Lincoln's Law Firm, one of the biggest Law firms in Chicago. One day, Amara and her new partner, Isabel Lopez, are assigned to one of the most complex cases the firm has seen, and ever since then, her life and career have been in danger.
Luciano Costello is what one would call, the Black Swan of the Costello Family, one of the most dangerous families in Chicago from Sicily. He doesn't want to be feared because of who his family is. He wants to be feared because he is a cold killer. Don't misunderstand him though, unlike his family, he only kills those who harm his clients. He is a bodyguard, after all.
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