Page 131 of Ringer's Freedom


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“Only one problem with that, babe. Roy retired.”

“Roy?”

“Our club lawyer.”

I shake my head and let out the fakest bark of laughter I’ve ever heard. “That’s just fucking grand. So let’s just let him get a fucking court-appointed public defender and throw ’em to the wolves.” I throw my hands up and slam Ghost’s door open, stomping out to the main area.

I head straight for Ringer’s room and throw myself down on the bed that he hasn’t had to use in quite some time. It still smells exactly like him. I shove my face down into his pillow and let the tears flow free.

I can’t stop the images of him standing in court with that stupid officer laughing at him, and a pimple-faced public defender that can barely tie his own tie, let alone defend my husband from going back to prison.

Just then, another image flashes through my mind, and I’m scrambling to sit up on the bed. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I fly through my contacts to the ‘Rs.’ I don’t even think twice before stabbing my finger on the name.

“H-hello?” His silky sweet voice comes through the speaker before he clears his throat. “Good morning, this is Reggie Morgan.”

“Reggie,” I breathe a sigh of relief. “This is Lilah. I don’t know if you remember me, but I had a flat tire, and you stopped to help–”

His chuckle interrupts me. “Of course I remember you. Scary biker boyfriend, right?”

Tears track down my cheeks, and I let out a small laugh. “Husband, actually.”

“Oh, well, okay. Scary biker husband then,” he chuckles. “What can I do for you? You sound upset?”

“Well, speaking of scary biker husbands, I was hoping you could help us. He was arrested last night, and I don’t know what to do.” My voice breaks as the sobs force their way out of my throat.

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah,” I scrub my wet cheeks.

“Well hell, Lilah. I don’t do criminal defense.”

My heart drops. “Fuck.”

“But,” he says, and hope rises in my chest, “A friend of mine just moved to town. She’s actually joined my practice. Her name is Kourtney Walker. I’ll text you over her info. She will jump right on this. Since she just got to town, she doesn’t have much going on right now.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah! She’ll probably want me to come with her, so I’m sure I’ll see you soon. Hang in there, Lilah.”

“Thanks.” I bite my lip, fighting off the wave of fresh tears.

After hanging up, I hold my phone in a death grip as I wait for the damn thing to alert me with a text.

As soon as it does, I’m flying off the bed and running downstairs back to Ghost’s office.

“I got it!”

All eyes fly to mine as they wait for my explanation.

“A few months ago, when I had a flat tire, a man stopped to help me. Well long story short, he gave me his card. He’s a lawyer and newer to town. He doesn’t do criminal law, but he has a new partner, and she does.”

“What’s her name?” Tiny asks. I hand him my phone and wait for him to look her up on his computer.

After waiting in silence for a few excruciating moments while Tiny clicks and stares at his computer with a furrowed brow, his face softens. “Says here she was pretty damn successful in the courtroom, but she was fired from her last firm. It doesn’t say why.”

“Who cares if she can help us?” I shrug.

Tiny looks at Ghost and shrugs. “It’s worth a shot if she’s half as good as these reviews, brother.”

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