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“Tell me where Bernie’s stuff isright now. I will walk and send your sore ass—”
“Your honor, I’ve reached a plea deal with the defendant,” Sterling announces.
“Approach!” I jump to my feet.
“Hecalledme.” Pratt drops the filing on my table.
I whip my head back toward Kinsey. “You said no plea. You called the prosecutor behind my back?”
“He’s not getting off completely.” Pratt Sterling waves another set of papers. “Your honor, the defendant pleads to...”
Pratt rattles off bullshit misdemeanor charges that don’t include jail time.
He’s gettingout. That’s all Michael cared about.
Bernie.
“Where’s her stuff?”
“Suck my dick. Both of you.” Kinsey narrows his eyes at me.
“I need ten minutes with my client,” I say, standing up, cracking my knuckles because I’m going to beat him senseless.
Sterling shakes his head and looks ready to object when I catch flaxen-blond hair standing in the back of the courtroom. Razor-cut edges skim just below a squared jawline I would know with my eyes closed.
Ashton.
Fuck me. No.
No. No. No.
Horror changes the shape of Ash’s gorgeous face as he looks from me to Pratt. Ash knows me, knows I play to win, which means the prosecutor loses. He nowknows I took this case to destroy Pratt’s record.
Because of him.
And I didn’t tell him.
With an angry head shake, Ash leaves the courtroom, yanking the door open.
“Wait!” I yell out.
“Counselor,” the judge snaps. “Is there a problem?”
“No, your honor.” I sit and dump my head into my hands.
“Friend of yours?” Michael scoffs.
“Yes.” I lay a glare on him. “He’s the one who’s fucking your ex-girlfriend.Andme. Where’s the safe deposit box key?” I ask on the off-chance Kinsey will tell me.
“Fuck you. I’ll sell those designs to a fashion house myself. She can’t prove she designed them. I’m going back to Rikers to get my shit, and you can go fuck yourself.”
It hits me.
The key is at Rikers. It’s got to be with everything they took from him when he got processed.
I know how to find Bernie’s designs. My brain fires ideas at me a mile a minute, thinking about who I know at Rikers to give me access to his belongings.
The judge reviews the plea deal that I had no hand in while I melt down.
