La Ronca De La Ley Novels & Stories

Lyra panicked instantly, struggling desperately again. But the next moment, Ronan laid her flat. His tall figure pressed down on her. Their bodies were tightly pressed together, with no gap between them. Lyra distinctly felt something hard against her abdomen. "If we're talking about photos, just those pictures won't be enough," Ronan smirked wickedly. "Wouldn't it be better to expose pictures of us making love? Lyra gasped, "You're insane! That's illegal!" "How can it be illegal for me and my wife to make love?" Ronan suddenly bit her earlobe.

The lawyer didn't leave; she turned back, her face settled into a predatory calm. She walked to the mahogany table and dropped a slim silver tablet onto the polished wood. The screen flickered to life. "You’re obsessed with the law, Rossi," Ella said, her voice dropping. "But you’ve never spent a day worrying about the rent. Let's talk about people. Real ones. Not the ghosts in your head." Lina didn't move, "I’ve spent my life fighting for the little guy, Ella. You just spend yours billing them." "I care about the plumbing. You care about the poetry," Ella retorted. "Look at the screen."

They figured the thugs wouldn't dare to go against the law, no matter how arrogant the latter were. Most of the people from Team Two were frustrated, wondering why they didn't think of using the police to scare the thugs. Ronald was the first one to do that and had the chance to shine in front of Grace. After hearing what Hades said, Grace became excited as well. It made sense to her that the thugs couldn't do anything to her as the law would bring them to justice. "How dare you slap me, you bastard? I'm going to sue you and get you imprisoned for life!" Then, she said to Ronald, "What are you waiting for? Call the police now!"

Lorenzo stood slowly, wincing as his rib‍s prot‍ested. "I have the r​ight to‍ a lawyer,​" Lor⁠enzo said, his voice⁠ raspy‌. "I‍ have the r​i​ght to a phone ca‍ll." The guard la‌ugh‍ed. He step‌p‍ed forward and sho⁠ve​d Loren​z‍o hard against the‌ wall. "You have the right to shut⁠ up," the guar⁠d hisse‍d. "You are in the Ucciardone now. The law‌s outside don't ap​ply here."

I touch my nose, glaring back at him. " Hilarious." he mutters with a straight face before standing up. " Mr. Romano will be here in a minute or so. Just give him what he wants, Sage. It won't be easy to stand against him." Lawrence mumbles, taking a deep breathe. I rub my eyes, looking away from him. Hades is never going to get what he wants. Love was never in my fate, I know but I won't let injustice be too. I will bring justice to myself.

"But annulment is possible, isn't it, or maybe it's not actually legal, you know that marriage of your grandson, comrade. Just kidding." I was stoned in my seat because of what Don Leonardo just said. Shit! Damn! How could I possibly forget it!

Rina clenched her fists as she thought of Lana, acting all high and mighty even when she had no one to support her. She'd make sure they get divorced and Lana will never show her face in the city again, out of shame. As soon as they walked into the vast sitting room, they found Lana sitting very primly on a sofa with her legs and arms crossed and her face determined. A very uncomfortable lawyer stood by her side and bowed at them as they came in. She looked very regal and dignified and she gave them a blame look as they filed into the room. "Damien Romero, here are the papers" she said, calmly tapping the paper on the table with her fingers. "You can sign them. You have no excuse now."

Julian shot back, sarcasm dripping from every word. I bit my lip, holding back the string of insults rising to my tongue. "Don't waste your energy, Sara," Richard said quietly. "Our lawyers will sort this out. We've calculated what we think is fair, and I'm sure Lawrence has his own idea." "What makes you so sure my idea is different from yours?" Lawrence asked, his voice suddenly tense. Richard hesitated, shifting in his seat. "You're probably right," Lawrence said, his tone darkening. "I must be exactly what you think—a carbon copy of our father. After all, I carry his name. What else could you expect from me but the vilest actions imaginable?"