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So what if he’d been drunk a couple of times when he was working? He’d gotten himself to work, which should have shown them right there that he was fit enough to operate. Lording over the peons, too, he would admit that he had a great deal of that. Also sex.

Good Christ, it was fun making people do what he wanted to him. With him, too. Once or twice, now that he had time to think on it, he’d even gotten the cleaning crew in on his fucking. The humiliation was quite fun, too. Raining upon their heads like it was something that was owed to him. And why not? He’d made the hospital quite a bit of money. Cost them a bit more, he thought, as well. Now there was this crap going on. And why? Yeah, a couple of times, he’d made the wrong cut on their body or the wrong person. But that wasn’t his fault. Not really.

All in all, it had been taken care of. The hospital had the money. Just hit up one of the Fosters or the Tuckers. Hell, they had it all, damn it.

Being plastered all the time didn’t make him a liability. It made him a more relaxed and happy surgeon. A happy surgeon, too, made it so that he didn’t knock around too many of the people that he worked with. Like that fucker Ethan. He hated that kid. All because of his parents and grandparents.

If anyone needed to be knocked down a few notches, it was that little pisser. The mother fucker had gone over his head, too, and tattled on him. Like they were schoolyard bullies and gotten him in dutch with his wife. Emily should have been right there by his side, but no, she took off with his money, all fucking millions of it, and had ‘started a new life.’ Bitch.

Nothing was up to standards at the jail. Today, for whatever reason, he was being carted to the courthouse again. He was prepared this time. He’d been begging for paper since he’d been brought back here after the first disappointment, and he decided right then that he was going to be prepared even if his half-wit attorney wasn’t. Sebastian had an idea that attorneys weren’t held up to the same standardized testing and rigor as doctors were. Not that he studied all that much or hard for anything.

Dad had provided him with enough money that he could buy his education, and not once did he look back or regret a single thing. Of course, his parents also paid off a great many people when he fucked up too. There were too many to think of right now, but it would have been in the millions if he had thought hard about it. Not all of it had to do with his career, either.

He’d knocked up and knocked off enough people that he finally had to take care of old Daddy and Mommy, so they’d stop bitching all the time about costs. What did they care, damn it? He looked good with them, and his mom, the old cunt got to tell people that she had herself a doctor in the family. The only thing that he regretted was not having a son. One would have been good to have around right about now, bringing him money and making sure that he had all that he needed. But this would be over soon enough, he knew. Money. He just needed to get to his ready cash, and he’d be out of this jail and doing what he wanted. Getting intoxicated and having some fun.

Right now, he was sitting in a big school bus that had been outfitted to carry prisoners from one point to the next. Today, being from the jail to the courthouse. This was the second time he’d been called to the courthouse and, hopefully, the final time that he was going to be spending the night in that little jail cell with none of the comforts of his home. And since a couple of days ago now—Sebastian still couldn’t figure out what had happened to his stupid attorney and the big bruhaha. He was in the dark as to what the hell they were wanting him to do now. Christ, too. He needed a drink.

He’d been able to dry out a bit since being in jail. Lost a bit of weight, too, as it turned out. It didn’t mean that he didn’t want a drink like he was as dry as the desert, but it was the principle of the thing. He could well afford the best liquor there was, and there wasn’t any reason at all for him to have to go without it. As far as he was concerned, anyway.

The word magic had been mentioned off and on. Also, he’d been told to shut up. Since he was a little fella, he hated to be told to shut up. His mom would always smack him, a painful swing at his face that would make his face bruised up when he’d go to dinner. Then his dad, of course, would have to say something about it. His name was called, and he was told to stand up and wait in line.

“It’s Doctor Abbott, not sir.” He’d been telling people that for the last few days, that he was a top-notch surgeon, not a sir anything. “You’ll call me that, or I’ll have your pension.”

“I don’t think you’re going to get your own pension, much less mine.” The man cackled like he was a crow or chicken or something. “You got your notes there? We have been watching you, seeing what you’ve written down. I doubt you’re going to walk away with your life outside of those prison bars, much less with a pair of shoes that will fit you by the end of your term. They’re saying you’re going to get yourself several life terms. It don’t matter how much money you got—or, in your case, don’t got, killing people is killing people no matter how much money you go on saying you have. Which is none. I heard tell, the banker and your pretty little missus is having them a grand old time down there in the islands. Should have been nicer to those on the way up, I’m thinking.”

“Who are you hearing this from? You’re making that up.” He thought about his wife. “What do you mean, pretty? Emily is uglier than sin, and I know it.”

“Yeah? Well, she’s got her some fancy surgeon on call, and he’s fixing her right up. Big tits and a nice firm ass. You messed up there, Mister Abbott.” He was still caterwauling as he walked into the courthouse, telling people that he was being followed by a man without nary two nickels to run together. “You hush that up right now. I’m going to be out before dinner, and it had better be waiting on the table when I get there, too.”

When he was pissed off, his Alabama accent would come out in full force. Words, too, ones that he’d not used in decades, would fly out of his mouth like he’d been living there most of his life instead of a while back. Christ. Emily better not have spent his money. Good Christ, that was his getting away money, and she’d better be remembering it, too.

As soon as he was in the courtroom, he could tell the judge was in a vile mood. He’d always been a smooth talking man when he’d been looking for himself someone to take all her money. Thinking on that now, Sebastian smiled and looked at the man sitting up there behind the dais.

“My goodness, ma’am. You sure are a looker today.” It paid at times to have that southern drawl, he thought to himself as he continued. “After this is all said and done, the two of us should hook up and get us a nice drink in some air conditioning somewhere.”

“Hundred dollar fine for making a pass at a sitting judge.” Male? The person looked like his father’s granddad had the same voice as he did. “What I’d like to have is something to drink and a nap with all this paperwork finished up off my desk. Sit down and listen to the charges against you.”

He nearly sat down when his attorney did, but when he did, he was told to stand. The list was proving to be much longer than he had the energy to stand up and listen to. There was a lot more here than just a few things that he’d been banking on being paid off and him being let go. Not that he was worried. As he’d told people all his life, everyone had a price. It was just finding it and making it, and that was the issue. The judge asked if there were any questions.

“Yes. Did you accidentally add my stuff up with someone else? I mean, wow, that’s a lot of charges.” The judge just gave him one of those cockeyed stares like his wife had done to him when he wasn’t being all that funny. “All right then. The list is a bit longer than I thought, but not unworkable. I have me a list right here on how many things that should be worked off by just forgetting about them. Quite a few, as a matter of fact.”

“Let me see your list.” He said that he wanted to go over them with him. “I don’t have time for you to read to me a list that I’m not going to abide by, Mr. Abbott. I have a—What was that you said?”

“I’m Doctor Abbott. Not Mr. I have worked hard all my life on that—” The judge made a comment that he’d heard that before. “No, I did not make the name for myself on the backs of others. I worked hard on being called the best doctor that there is.”

“Worked hard at being called the best doctor, or are you the best? From what I’ve heard about you so far, Mr. Abbott is that if you’re not drunk by eight in the morning, it’s because you’re still drunk from the night before. Over the last several years, you’ve been to work intoxicated more times than not.” He didn’t know what to say to him, so he asked about the list and if they could go over it. “Let me have it. As I said, I don’t have time for you playing around in my garden today.”

The papers were snatched from him. No one, it seemed, was going to be paying him his due today, and he was getting tired of it. He’d not been all that nice either, he would admit to that, but they’re the ones that had him chained up eating meals unfit for consumption and making him wait behind bars for someone to get up off their asses and see that he’s the victim here, not them. Damn it all to hell and back. It’s not his fault that someone turned him in for drinking.

“The list isn’t going to help you any, Mr. Abbott. Even if I was inclined to go over the entire thing with you, I’m not going to be listening to any sort of workaround for you so that you can get out of here. You’ve been caught with your pants down, and now it’s time for you to pay the price of your actions. It just simply isn’t going to happen where you’re able to toss money at a situation, and it goes away. Not on my watch.” He asked the judge why not. “Well, I’m not purchasable. I don’t even know if that’s a word or not, but you used it twice on here, and I’m still not going to take a—” The judge turned to the officer behind him and asked what that word was supposed to be. “Yes, that’s what I thought. I’m not going to take a Briel nor a bribe if that’s what you meant to say, either. And there isn’t always a price that someone will take. I have several friends who have enough money to turn you down at every turn.”

“Well, we’ll see about that. I want you to tell me who this friend is, and I’ll work my magic on them. I’ve never met a person yet that I couldn’t talk into having a bit more money than they do at the moment.” The judge simply told him no, which was another word that he hated to hear said to him. Before he could figure out the person’s name, the judge had moved on to the next person. “I’m not finished here. I’ll have my say here and not be rushed along.”

“Mr. Abbott, you either gather up your things, including your attorney, and get out of my courtroom, or I have you found in contempt of court. I’m a busy man, and I have plenty to do today that does not include holding your hand when I’ve told you several times how busy I am. Your court hearing will be—”

“I don’t want a hearing. I want you to let me out now, by god. I’m a busy man as well, and I don’t have time for this bull crap. You either hear me out or let me go. Those are the only two options that you have at the moment. I know my rights.” He was asked if he wanted to get to the sentencing phase of his hearing. His attorney was trying to get him to sit down and shut up, but he wasn’t going to let the man win. “If getting to the hearing stage of my being in jail is what may or may not get me out of here, then I want to get there. I want you to sentence me.”

He was quite proud of himself. Sebastian was getting just what he wanted. As soon as this person sentenced him, he’d pay his fines, no matter what they were, and then he’d be home by lunch. Well, supper anyway. He still had some heads to roll. That little prick Lance was going to be first on his list, too.

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