The Grim Reaper's Lawyer Novels & Stories

“Who the fuck are you, her bodyguard? You a cop or something?” I keep my tone even, draining all the emotion out of it until I sound like I’m delivering a closing argument. “Associate at Harlan & Pierce. That makes me a lawyer. And,” I gesture slightly toward Megan, “so is she. We bill by the hour, and right now, you’re racking up a debt you can’t pay.”

I inwardly said to myself. The lawyer stepped in a moment later. He was a middle-aged man with gray hair and kind eyes, carrying a briefcase. The air in the room changed immediately when he walked in. It felt heavier and more serious. He greeted everyone politely, shaking hands with Susanna first. “Mrs. Belkov,” he said respectfully, “Once again, I’m sorry for your loss.” “Thank you,” Susanna replied gently. “Please, have a seat.” He nodded and sat down, opening his briefcase. Then he looked at Susanna again.

The lawyer groaned, wiped his face, and spat blood onto the floor. His eyes flickered between me and Orrin. “You both are shit and done as fuck when I deal with you. You lay another hand on me and I’ll have you jailed. I swear, I’ll bury you both in lawsuits.” Orrin laughed. He leaned close until their noses almost touched. “Do it. Go ahead and try. You think prison scares me?” The lawyer tried to hold firm, but I saw the tremor in his jaw. Orrin’s presence was suffocating when he wanted it to be, like standing in front of a wolf ready to bite.

“Who fucking brought you here? I told them no lawyer. I don’t need you.” Weiss’s mouth opened, his shock clear, his voice urgent. “You’re facing life, maybe death,” he said, his eyes searching mine. “Pleading guilty buries you. Let me help.” I turned, my boots scuffing, my voice cold. “Bury me,” I said, my heart a void, my steps heavy toward the courtroom. “I killed him. I deserve it.” The courtroom buzzed, packed with faces—reporters, locals, my own enforcers, their eyes red, their grief raw. The air was thick with whispers, fear, awe—the Reaper, the kingpin of Miami’s underworld, now a broken man in chains.

Think of yourself as my human pet, lowly little worm. “Ugh!” I slammed on the accelerator, speeding dangerously down the road as the forest grew thicker around us. Wasn't the Grim Reaper supposed to be, oh, I didn't know, grim? Not a manipulative Starbucks thief? I ruminated over his existence and the unfortunate turn my life had taken when Morocco began to stir.

Timothy sat across from us with Yasmin and Emily. I never imagined that the first time Timothy and I would face each other in court wouldn't be for our divorce, but for Emily's scandal. Grant Corporation's in-house attorney was defending Emily. But the moment he saw Isaac on our side, his confidence visibly faltered. When the trial began, I finally witnessed why people in the legal industry called Isaac "Grim Reaper". Every point he raised cut precisely through the opposing lawyer's logic. His tone was calm and polite, but every single word he spoke carried the force of a verdict. The defense collapsed one argument after another.

I stood up, grabbed the key card, and opened it. Without even the usual greetings, she just went straight into telling me how she got a call from the lawyer—the same lawyer who had given Serena and me the files that had the embezzlement details on them. The same lawyer who I had thought was smart. Well, apparently he isn't smart, or maybe his old age was affecting him already. He and Gramps would be the same age if I'm not mistaken, but Gramps was agile, very sharp, and quick-witted.

Caleb asked, but his voice cracked. The lawyer kept walking forward, limping but strong. His eyes burned with rage. “Mr. Caleb here is a fraud and doesn't own the company after Mr. Night’s death!” “No, you are the liar!” Alec shouted, jumping to his feet. His voice boomed, trying to cover up the truth. “What is he saying? He's clearly drunk! Get him out of here before he ruins everything!” He looked around like a madman, expecting the guards to drag the lawyer out, but no one moved. Not one security guard took a step. Everyone was too stunned.

“Hi, is that Ms. Sapphire Aldine on the line?” Sapphire heard when she picked up the call. “Yeah, who am I speaking to?” She asked with a small frown. “This is Lawyer Gary Tom, I trust that you know who I am,” He replied and she nodded in realization. “Yeah, of course, I know who you are.” Sapphire replied, stirring her coffee slowly. Gary Tom is their family lawyer in his late forties, her grandmother’s lawyer to be exact, so he takes care of all matters that involved the old woman when she was alive, there is no denying that he would be busy now that she is dead too.

he hissed, turning toward the presence. The shadow stepped forward. Pale skin like porcelain, eyes blacker than night itself, and a presence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe. “I am what waits at the end of your kind,” the figure said, voice deep and hollow. “You were given years you did not deserve, Clark.” “What the f*ck are you talking about?!” Clark spat, backing away. “Get out of here—this is none of your business!” The Reaper tilted his head. “You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.”