Lawfully Yours Novels & Stories

“A black BMW, with plate number ZFR123455”, Elizabeth Wembley said to the truck driver over the phone.” Make sure you do it properly, I don't want to hear any stories, call me after you're done with the job”, she instructed the driver as she cut the call.

He had won every award there was to win. The third man was older, maybe in his thirties, with sharp features and glasses that made him look both intelligent and dangerous. He wore a three-piece suit despite the rain, not a single hair out of place. James Albert. The lawyer who had never lost a case. Not one. In his entire career. People called him "The Shark" because once he locked onto a case, he never let go until he won. But why were they here? What did they want with me?

He looked at Oliver seated beside him, trembling. The omega was uncomfortable by the swirling alpha pheromones in the car. Adrian pulled him close as the vehicle started moving. "Kidnapping is illegal and punishable by law," he said loudly, secretly patting himself for not stuttering. The men burst into laughter. "The law doesn't apply to people like us," one of them responded, a smirk on his lips. The alpha wordlessly glared at them. The driver glanced at him. "You'll go back home intact."

I said. A pause. “I understand that,” she said. “And I want to be clear that what you want personally and what you are legally entitled to are separate questions that require separate consideration. What you want personally is yours to determine. What you are legally entitled to is what I am here to advise you about.” Another pause. “The entitlement doesn’t require you to pursue it. But you should understand what it is before you decide.” “All right,” I said. “I understand the distinction.”

~Lyra's POV~ The first thing I did was pull up continental pack law on registration rights. Not because I doubted what I was reading. Because I needed to understand exactly what we were dealing with before anyone in this room started making reactive decisions. I read for four minutes. Nobody spoke.

“Sweetheart? What do you think?” I drew in a slow breath before speaking. “There is no way Alex can succeed.” My father frowned. “What do you mean?” “I own assets in my own name.” I looked at the lawyer. “I also own shares in our joint assets. There are investments that legally belong to me.” “My properties, my stocks, my business interests… he can’t simply erase all of that.” The lawyer nodded approvingly. “You’re correct.” He adjusted his glasses before opening one of the files he’d brought.

I finally said, grinning as I added, “Everything I do from this moment on will be well-calculated. And perfectly legal.” By the time I was done, even the Lycans wouldn’t be able to stop me from claiming what was mine to begin with.

A silver 9mm. "Took you long enough," Eleni says. Her voice is flat. Dead. "Eleni," Drakon steps forward, putting himself between the guns and me. "Don't do this. He's using you." "Is he?" She glances at Kyros. "He seems to be the only one telling me the truth." "He lied about the sale!" Drakon shouts. "That tape was faked! I never sold you!" "It doesn't matter," Kyros interrupts smoothly. He taps his cane on the asphalt. "Sold, stolen, lost... she's mine now, Drakon. Possession is nine-tenths of the law."

“I’ll handle it legally.” Silence drops.

By the way, I have already taken care of that! There's nothing money can't do.., It can even buy the law.... *******