Semua Bab The Law Bound Enforcer - The Legacies Series - Book Three: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Calliope POV“Callie, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Rachel asks as we look both ways before we run crossing the street. Her arm is linked to mine. “Nope,” I let out as I laugh and she shakes her head. Rachel is a lot more sensible than I am. She likes to make lists and take everything under consideration when making a decision while I am a more go-with-the-flow kind of girl. “What are we talking about?” Carson asks as he kisses me on the cheek before he kisses Rachel and steps between us, forcing me to link arms with him. Carson is our best friend, our very gay best friend. The thing about him is you would never tell he is gay. The guy is still in the closet and only dates the richest and prettiest girls in the city. “Callie thinks it's a good idea to go out clubbing tonight after what she has gone through…” Rachel says, and I stop walking. My friends’ eyes land on me, and they are forced to stop as well. “Rach, you know that is a forbidden topic,” Carson lets out, shaking his

Jagger POVAs soon as I arrive at Dash’s club, I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the big show Grace has planned. Don’t get me wrong, I love the girl. She is the most amazing little thing, and I know she does this out of love, but she should know by now that I don’t like to celebrate my birthday. I like to stay home, reading, forgetting the world exists, and dealing with the pain of having lost everything that mattered to me. “Hey man,” Ghost says as soon as I leave my car and walk to the door, handing the keys to the valet. “Careful with it,” I say, and he nods. Ghost is standing next to the bouncer. I nod at him and the bouncer as he moves the rope, allowing us in without even asking for identification. Not that I would need to show it; I look exactly the same as his boss just a little bulkier, more handsome. “Happy birthday,” Ghost says, patting me on the back before the double doors to the dance floor open, and the music engulfs us. I don’t reply to his wishes. He knows

Jagger POV“Why were you kissing my wife?” Dash asks as soon as we enter the VIP area, and Grace wraps her arms around my brother. I look at him, shrugging it off, but I can see Grace won’t let it go, and she will tell him what I did. “This is hilarious; your brother pretended to be you,” Grace says. Dash raises an eyebrow and looks at me, and I shake my head as I shove my hands into my pockets. It’s not that I am uncomfortable with confrontation because I am not, but I am not ready to talk about the only girl who has made me look twice her way. Dash wouldn’t understand me. No one would. “As if he could pull that off, no one would believe it. He’s not as good-looking as me,” Dash says, opening his jacket and spinning in the middle of the room while Grace smiles. “It was your fucking idea; I just sold it,” I let out, staring directly at Grace. Grace choked on the drink Dash gave her as she laughed. Her head falling back with her eyes closed. When her eyes meet mine, I can see the mi

Callie POV"Callie, you need to come see this," Carson says as he wraps his arm around mine, pulling me out of my daydream state. My feet stumble as he pulls me towards him."Hey," I protest, but in vain. Carson keeps pulling me like a maniac, and my legs struggle to keep up with him. Carson is a lot taller than me, so one step of his is two steps from mine. I look like I am running while he usually walks. "You're going too fast," I finally say as Carson looks at me and starts walking slower. "What's with all the rush?" I question, and Carson smiles as he points at the law office buildings where the professors have offices. I frown, and as we walk closer, I can hear the shouting coming from inside. The muffled voices coming from inside sound weird to my ears. I can't decipher the words being shouted, but I know whatever it is won't last long. The law building tends to have a lot of security. I stop walking when I realize what is going on. The press points the cameras at me as I widen

Callie POVI look at my reflection in the mirror, and I can’t help but shake my head. I know I should be excited for today, but I am not; I am just nervous, and all I want to do is curl into a ball and stay in bed, hiding from the world. A soft knock on my door makes me take a deep breath as I walk to open it. Rachel is standing there holding her black blazer jacket, and when her eyes scan my body, she shakes her head. “You can’t wear that,” she says, walking past me and straight to my closet. My closet is minuscule, and I am lucky to have one. Dorm rooms usually don’t have any, and I was lucky enough not to share it with anyone. “Why? What is wrong with my clothes?” I ask, looking down at my body and frowning. I decided on a black pair of jeans with my black boots and a white turtle neck top. “You look like you’re going to church; you’re having a preliminary hearing; you need to dress to impress,” she says, and my eyes roll against my will. “Stop rolling your eyes,” Rachel says wh