Chapter 69
JASPER
Nervous energy is growing to a roar. He’d noticed its growth the minute he’d been directed by a guard to wait.
Wait to be taken to visitation. Though when he got there, he’d been cuffed and all but dragged through a funnel of multiple locked barred doors.
Like a whole good dozen of them. No, he hadn’t counted, the butterflies in his stomach hadn’t allowed it.
Now he is in a room that could be some detective movie interrogation prop. All intimidating empty room except for the slab of metal table and three chairs.
Alone. His hands cuffed in front of him. And so very alone.
He has to remind himself that Sin has his back.
Sinn'ous will protect me.
Why is he here . . . ? What’s going on?—
The sounds of the door opening behind him has him spinning to face it, nearly tripping over and falling on his ass. He barely manages to catch himself.
There isn’t a guard waiting there or a gang of inmates coming in to kill him. It’s a man. A very well-dressed man in a suit that Izz has to guess costs more than he’s ever earned in his entire life times ten.
“Ahhh . . .” What is he supposed to say? It would help if he knew why he was here. If Sin was here—
Pull yourself together, you’re a grown man.
“Good evening,” the very clearly rich man says.
“My name is Charles Bennett, I am your lawyer. And I must say your case is straightforward. It will take very little effort to have it thrown out. I am exceptional at what I do. As I am sure you have been informed.” He swishes over the room to perch in the chair, back straight and proper.
Waving a hand to wordlessly tell Izz to sit.
He sits.
“I-ah. No? Well, I mean, no one told me about you. And I—you sound expensive, I don’t have any money, I can’t afford you.”
Charles steeples his fingers on the table. “I assure you, my bills have been paid, there is nothing for you to fret over. This meeting is a formality.”
Sin?
Is this Sin’s doing? He never said anything—
He never said anything about the letter either. And who else would pay for a lawyer. Especially one who looks like this.
“Formality?”
“Indeed.” He says it while his eyes give that once over thing rich people do, assessing the dirt they’re forced to look at. “You would have many questions. You may speak your mind.”
“I-um. Not really? I guess, if you could explain what this means for my charges?”
He has way too many questions to round up and try to string together.
A briefcase is placed on the desk, one he had completely overlooked, which had clearly been in the lawyer’s hand. A pile of papers is pulled out, and it thuds as paper does—a noise that isn’t a noise—onto the table.
“These are the motions to have your case dismissed. I am absorbing any damages, and requesting the judge drop all charges and clear them from your record. The case is flimsy and the more I delved into it the more holes I poked through it.” Another stack of papers joins the rest. “And these are sworn statements of witness testimony in your favour. They will influence an acquittal, there is reasonable doubt any judge would take into account. The judge I am meeting after I leave here is one that I have known for many years. He will sign, and you can expect to be released within the next week.”
Witnesses?
What witnesses?
There are way too many fancy words in that statement for him to process. He understood like fifty percent of that, if he’s being generous. But he’s pretty sure this means he will be released early?
There is way too much information being thrown at him, his mind can’t keep up. He didn’t even know he had a lawyer, much less that they were working on his case.
His mind spits out the one question that really needs an answer. “I’ll be free?”
“Yes.”
Izz slumps back in his chair, breath whooshing out.
God, this means I own Sinn'ous even more. How did he get this lawyer. How does he have so much pull.
Do I care how? This is happening. I’m going to be out of here.
He owes Sin everything.
Inwardly sighing he knows this means he needs to try harder. Sin does everything for him and he refused to even try. Had baulked at the idea. Maybe it won’t be so bad? Sin said he wouldn’t die from blacking out. Should he try it . . .?
He didn’t want to try knife-play in the beginning and now he practically begs for it. The licks of pain coupled by the all-consuming pleasure when Sin is pounding into him—pounding his prostate. It’s so fucking good.
But can he get through this next hurtle? Will he discover it’s the same pleasure-pain as being cut?
When Sinn'ous enters the room Izz can feel the atmosphere change, he doesn’t need to look up from where he is staring at his intertwined fingers to know Sin’s here.
He’s vaguely aware of the lawyer standing, of a conversation being had between the two. But he can’t bring himself to hear any of it. All he can think about is how much Sin has done for him. Even to the extent of giving his mother and sister a place to live.
He blinks at his fingers, and through the edges of his vision he watches Charles Bennett leave the room, and Sin spin around a chair to straddle it. Sitting with his arms folded over the back, black eyes locked on Izz.
He appreciates the way Sin is giving him space, is open and not dragging this into a deep conversation. He can’t deal with anything but casual right now. His mind is spiraling way too much.
“I told you I’d take care of everything. This includes your case, and anything else revolving around the law.”
Sin did say that didn’t he? In different words maybe? That Izz will be protected.
“Thank you.” Izz whispers.
Because what else is there to say?—
There is a lot he should say. Starting with him agreeing to try the whole choking on cock thing. But he can’t bring the words out. He’s not ready to make this decision, he needs time to process everything that just happened here.