Page 13 of Tiny's Law

Fucking prick.

“That’s fucking grand. So let's just let him get a fucking court-appointed public defender and throw him to the wolves,” Lilah snarks before stomping her way out of Ghost’s office.

“She has a point,” I say, not taking my eyes off my screen.

I get into another camera and follow the two bikers' path as far as I can before needing to switch to a different camera. This shit is fucking tedious. It would be so much easier if there were two of us to do this shit. Hours could go by, and I wouldn’t even notice.

“I got it!” Lilah’s joyous screech pulls my attention from my computer.

Lilah spouts excitedly about a flat tire, meeting some new lawyer in town, and how he has a partner who does criminal law.

“What’s her name?” I ask, already pulling open a new tab to look this person up.

She hands me her phone, showing me the contact. Kourtney Walker. I immediately plug it into the search engine and wait for the results to upload.

I click on the first website that comes up. Holy shit. The first thing I notice on the website is the blonde knockout smiling back at me. A professional portrait is centered on the screen. Golden waves frame her tanned face, and the whitest smile hits me straight in the gut. A crisp baby blue suit fits her like a second skin. Her arms are crossed, framing and supporting just the slightest hint of cleavage.

I force myself to scroll down to read the few testimonials and info on her page. I clear my throat before speaking. “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,” Lilah says.

I turn towards Ghost and shrug. “It’s worth a shot if she’s half as good as some of these reviews, brother.”

“Give her a call,” Ghost says as he nods towards my phone on his desk.

I dial the number on her website and put it on speaker.

The phone rings a few times before a soft, feminine voice answers. “Hello?”

Fuck. Even her voice is pretty. “Is this Kourtney Walker?”

“This is. Can I help you?” her voice shifts slightly.

“My name is Nathan Hayes, but you can call me Tiny. There’s a few of us here, and you’re on speaker. One of our friends was arrested last night, and we need your help. Your friend…” I look towards Lilah, beckoning for the guy’s name with my eyes.

“Reggie,” Lilah answers.

“Your friend Reggie gave us your number and said you could help us out.”

“Oh, of course! Can we set up a meeting? Has your friend been able to call you yet?” she starts spouting off questions, seamlessly switching straight into business mode.

“Not yet. Unfortunately, the officer that arrested him has a personal history with him, so we’re thinking that could be affecting his intake process.”

“Okay. Text me where I can meet you all in an hour, and we’ll get started.”

“Alright, honey, I’ll send it right over.”

As soon as she hangs up, I immediately save her number in my phone. I don’t know what possesses me to save her number under the contact Honey, but if I had to guess, it would be due to her golden-honey locks I’d love to run my fingers through. I bet it’s so fucking soft. But it could also be her honey-sweet voice.

An hour later, we’re all hanging out on the picnic tables when the sound of the gates opening pulls our attention to the shiny black Range Rover that rolls through. Razor lets out a loud whistle and elbows the fuck out of my left arm. I punch his bicep, giving him a dead arm in return, and glare at him before shifting into a smirk.

My attention snaps back to the spot where the Rover is parked, and drool pools in my mouth as I watch white leathered heels, followed by tanned and toned legs, step out of the driver's side. Fuck.

I’m in trouble.

Chapter 6

Kourtney

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