Justice Jay Ackles Novels & Stories

I hear her say to herself as she is motivating herself not realizing the call is still going. I quickly wake my brother up and point to my phone I think he gets it and I put the call on speaker as I hear her taking deep breaths trying to calm herself down. I show my brother the number he track it while looking into whose it is. It comes back to a nineteen year old Jaymes Tevin Jones. It also shows her location out of the city in the forests. "You say Mark brother's friend?" I ask I hear a small gasp I'm sure she is shocked I'm still on the call. I signal my brother to get ready. He knows to also wake up at least a few more of my guys as I go to my room and get dressed.

I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style beard incredibly well-groomed, and dark sunglasses that gave him an incredibly serious look. Maybe that was all the difference, that serious look conveyed an unparalleled sensuality. As that

one of the other guys said. "But you beat them," JayJay said, a big smile on his face. "You destroyed their story in court. The judge had no choice. The rich kid went to jail. The brat broke down in court and confessed. He couldn’t keep his lies straight when you started pulling evidence. I went free… all because of you." The other men cheered softly, hitting Jayjay on the back. One of them looked at me and said, “You should have seen her. She was fire. A real lawyer.”

Thank you. "You believe me though, right?" my voice breaks at the end. "Of course I believe you. Anything you tell me I'll believe," I can't help feel like crying. I hold it in and nod. His face curves into a tiny smile. The door opens to reveal a guy I have never seen before. "I am Alec, your lawyer," he is in an expensive suit. That must mean he is good at what he does or it's just something I desperate need to believe.