Defend Me Attorney Novels & Stories

I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth. "Make sure whatever you are planning to do is legal," Fiona reminded me. "As if you gather all your evidence through legal means," Michael scoffed. "Hey, I'm a lawyer, I can defend myself." Fiona rolled her eyes. "He is your employer. He can pay you to defend him," Michael countered and they began bickering.

“Why would trash like him deserve forgiveness?” As a lawyer herself, Melody defended her mother’s murderer without any conscience. I was quite certain that her mother would never rest in peace. Melody got annoyed. “Henry, I’m not negotiating with you. I’m giving you a chance! “Being a renowned lawyer, even if this goes to trial, I’ll still have ways to get him acquitted of his charges! “I don’t want you to lose the case and disgrace both of us! After all, everyone knows that you’re my husband!”

I slid into the booth across from Roger and set my phone on the table like a weapon. He looked at it, then at me. “You always come armed.” “I’m a defense attorney,” I said. “It’s either this or a handgun and a bottle of ibuprofen.” Roger’s mouth twitched. “You say that like you don’t own both.” I smiled sweetly. “Order. Of. Protection.” He snorted and pushed a folder across the table. “Here.” I didn’t open it immediately. I watched his face first. Roger Teller wasn’t a dramatic man. If his jaw was tight, something had teeth.

the man defended. “Hey, guys, I’m still here,” I announced my presence. “Who the fuck are you?” I asked, getting pissed off, and facing the man. “Yeah, who truly are you?” Ximena contributed. “Come on, do we have to go over that now? I thought you already knew me as your attorney. Besides, who wouldn’t know one of the best attorneys in California?” he stated with some pride, but his identity sparked my curiosity. “Wait, you are an attorney?” I asked, hope washing over me.

"Dіd уоu hаvе a fаllіng оut with your fаthеr, Adam? Bесаuѕе if уоu dіd thіѕ іѕ nо tіmе to be stubborn. Yоu nееd аn аttоrnеу Adаm. An attorney that іѕ damn ѕіght bеttеr then уоur fаmіlу саn рrоbаblу аffоrd." "Thеrе is the public dеfеndеr." I ѕаіd, breaking mу ѕіlеnсе. "Thоѕе rооѕtеrfіѕh hаvе the bеѕt lawyers thаt mоnеу can buy. Thеіr mоtіоnѕ аrе already fіlеd. I wіll bet уоu a brаѕѕ mоnkеу'ѕ lеft nut that there is already a dеа l іn place. Thеіr lаwуеrѕ hаvе аlrеаdу mеt wіth the рublіс defender аnd thе dіѕtrісt аttоrnеу. Which leaves уоu wіth thе right nut.... nоthіng, frоzеn оut.

— What? — Not again — I repeat. — I won’t disappear to make anyone’s life easier. Something breaks and rebuilds in his eyes at the same time. I grab my phone, open the lawyer’s email, and type carefully, my hands steady despite my racing heart. I officially authorize my legal defense. I declare that I wish to remain at the ranch, where I feel safe and supported. I send it. I breathe deeply. The weight of the name I carry — mother, woman, survivor — is still heavy.

A text from an unknown number. "Stop harassing my client with baseless accusations. If you continue to spread lies about her drugging you, we will pursue defamation charges. - Victoria Chen's attorney" Then... the hope flickered out. Victoria wasn't just refusing to cooperate. She was going on the offensive. I quickly forwarded the text to my own lawyer with a note: "Help." Then I did something I hadn't done since my mother "died" fifteen years ago. I prayed. To whoever might be listening.

"I have a family, Joe. I have kids. I have to be able to look at them in the morning and know that I'm on the right side of things." I laughed, the sound bitter and hollow. "The right side. There is no right side. There's just winning and losing." "Goodbye, Joe." The line went dead. I stood in the kitchen, staring at my phone, the stale cereal forgotten on the counter. My lawyer had quit. The man who was supposed to defend me, the man I had paid tens of thousands of dollars to protect me, had looked at the evidence and decided I wasn't worth defending. I threw the phone against the wall.

I said: “And me.” He said: “No, Saoirse. Not you. The three sentences you have been deploying are sentences a competent defense attorney can hold up against any prosecutor in the country, and I will, before any of this becomes public, have already paid the retainer for the defense attorney who is going to hold them up for you. You will not lose your freedom because of what I have done. I will lose mine. You will be fine.” I said: “You have planned this.” “Yes.”

I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, watching the lawyer squirm under my gaze. Richie Rossi was an aging defense attorney, his graying hair and tired eyes making it clear he’d seen enough cases to know when he was sitting in a dangerous conversation. And right now? He knew exactly what this was. I specifically handpicked him to defend Alfredo as I made sure other good lawyers didn’t take his case yet he’s trying to squirm out of my grip even in the prison!