Crime Daddy's Plaything
And then he appeared.
Zeke Massimo, cuffed and flanked by officers, but moving like the chains were jewelry. His suit was black and crisp, like he’d dressed for his own coronation. He walked past me, his eyes dragging over me slowly and deliberately. And then he winked, making my knees weak.
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“All rise.”
The courtroom filled with the scrape of chairs and the heavy thud of the judge’s gavel. The jury sat, her notebooks ready.
I forced my breathing steady. This was the final day, my opportunity to prove myself, erase the mistakes of yesterday, and win back my father's approval.
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