Page 3 of Attracted to A Savage

"I tried to get her, but I didn't get an answer."

"We went to law school together; she's a good friend of mine. If I call in a favor, she'll help me out with no questions asked. But you know she's a big ticket. As long as you're willing to pay her price, I'll make the call." He responded. Money wasn't an issue for me. If I could have someone on the team that I was comfortable with pulling off the win, I would pay whatever, and Savage would be that person.

"You already know that's cool; get her, and I got that," I assured him before we disconnected the call. For the first time since I had been locked up, I felt confident I would go homesoon. If this nigga was bluffing or couldn't get her for whatever reason, I was knocking his ass out next, though.

I put the phone back on the receiver, and I went back to solitary confinement. It was a small thing to a giant; they couldn't keep me in this bitch forever.

I satin the deposition room at the jail, agitated as fuck. Corey had claimed that he could get Savage, and she would be here for our meeting, but we had been waiting for her for over thirty minutes. I tried to give that nigga the benefit of the doubt, but if she didn't make it here soon, I was going to wire his shit.

"Look, man, I'm starting to feel like you playing in my face."

"I know she's running late, but if she said she was coming, she's coming. Trust me." He tried to reason with me.

"I don't give a fuck!!! I'm two seconds away from firing all y'all muhfuckas." I spat just as I heard the door open, and a woman came in with an umbrella and sat it next to the door.

"I apologize for my tardiness. The weather was unfavorable. I'm—" She extended her hand.

"Wasting my fucking time having me waiting," I cut her off, my tone ice as I looked at her. I could see the shock all over her face as she slowly put her arm down before her expression was replaced with a smirk.

"I'm sorry. Is there anything else that you have to be doing right now, sir?" she asked me, with a frown on her face and her arms crossed. She was being cute, but they all had me fucked up.

"Listen, muhfuc- " I said right before my attorney cut me off.

"Hey, hey, let's not do that, Kairo. Let's start on a positive note. This is my partner, Cashmere. Cash, this is Kairo Carter."

Neither of us wanted to acknowledge the other. Corey chuckled as he looked between us and spoke to me.

"Mr. Carter, she's really the best in the business. It would greatly benefit you to have her on your defense team. Her acquittal rate is 98 percent. If you piss her off and she doesn't take this case, consider yourself a permanent resident at this facility." Corey continued.

I knew the nigga was right, so I was going to swallow my pride for the time being. I wasn't even really mad at her for real; I was just ready to get this shit over with. With all my team changes, the trial had been pushed back for the third time, and it had me on edge.

"Look, Cash-" I started.

"Ms. Savage." She corrected with that same smirk still in place.

"Ms. Savage, I apologize for my attitude and language earlier. Y'all are my third team, so I don't really trust my attorneys at this point. My anger was misplaced." I said in my professional voice as I licked my bottom lip. I was not hiding the fact that I let my eyes roam from the top of her head to her designer shoes.My aggravation had me delirious because there was no way that I should've missed how fucking fine she was when she walked in. I knew that she was a bit older than me, but she didn't look a day over thirty.

Her caramel complexion, that one dimple that made an appearance when she gave me that sarcastic ass smirk, her titties that spilled over the shirt underneath her blazer, and the hips that looked like they would never stop curving. The woman in front of me was fine as hell.

"Accepted. Can you guys brief me on the details of the case?? Before we start, I need you to know that I need every single detail. I don't care if there are three hundred facts to make you look guilty. I need to be prepared with 304 explanations. I do notneed a proclamation of innocence or an admission of guilt. Share your confessions at the pulpit; I deal with facts." She said as she took the manila folder from Corey and opened it.

Corey looked in my direction and gave me a nod of approval as she started taking notes.

Our meeting lasted for a little over an hour, we were talking, but I couldn't help but look at her titties the entire time she was leaning over and writing. I didn't see a ring on her finger, not that it mattered to me anyway. If it was something that I wanted, I would get it. Watching her body language, she looked serious and tense. That told me she needed a young nigga to loosen her up, and that nigga was going to be me.

"Mr. Carter, there's one more thing." Just as we ended the meeting, she closed the notepad.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Why is your alias listed as Hothead here?"

"Because when I was little, I was always sick and kept a fever." I shot back quickly, and I pulled my lip between my teeth.

"Cute," She broke character and laughed, showing that dimple.

"Look, you just said that you don't need any admissions of guilt, right? That's all I got for you." I said as I smiled at her.

She looked up at me and then let her eyes fall on the empty table.

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