Page 87 of Honorable Convictions
“You think I’m oblivious, but I do pay attention. Now you need to do the same. Motherfucking Master Juris Knights!”
“I know.”
“And I can tell from that tone that you’re not interested.”
“I didn’t say that,” Pierson replied, pulling out plates, napkins, and forks.
“Would you please talk to me?”
“It’s scary, Mitch.”
“I think it’s supposed to be. This is intense. I mean, we’d be part of leadership. The other JKs would be counting on us.”
“Could we still do cases?”
Mitchell tapped on the screen of his phone and pulled up the conversation he’d had with Arvandus earlier. “Yes, see. I thought of that and already asked. We’d definitely still do cases. They aren’t going to prevent us from being pitted against one another. We’re incorruptible, so there’s no conflict of interest. In fact, we could be opposite each other a lot, because we’d get the high-profile shit. Except for separation. They aren’t going to let me handle those even as MJK.”
“I do love being in a courtroom with you.”
“Same goes, Blondie,” Mitchell said and brushed their lips together. “What’s wrong with us?”
“We’re competitive and love what we do.”
“What other questions do you have?”
“What will the other JKs think about me being in charge of them?”
“You’re the only one who has no idea of your worth to the Juris Knights. No one is going to have any problems with that.”
“Oh, really? People like Cavendish aren’t going to protest?”
“No, because his issue with you is that he thinks I should be liaison…that the JKs were robbed of the opportunity to vote, and he would’ve picked me as his representative. That’s not because he thinks I’m better than you. It’s because he’s my friend. He picked sides, that’s all. But that shit will be history because they’ll know we’re mates. Are you still worried about how they’re going to react to finding out?”
“No, not really. It’s about you and me. Not them.”
“Good answer.”
“Do I get a prize or something?”
The doorbell rang, and Mitchell jogged to answer it. “Yep,” he called out. “You get a delicious pizza.”
Once their meal was laid out and they were settled at the table, Pierson picked up the conversation. “I was thinking that we could revisit the arbitration idea and see if the RKs would let us do it as MJKs. It’d allow us to make decisions to prevent foolish cases from taking up the time of the randomly selected Council judges.”
“Yeah, I like that. I hate that we have Council judges, really. They were forced on us because certain races were afraid of the power of the fallen knights. Before that, Juris Knights had no choice but to find a way to compromise between two parties. Now we have political shit mixed in. That’s unlikely to change, though. So, are you saying you want to do this?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Okay, while you’re thinking about it, I want you to know that I’m not willing to accept it without one condition.”
Pierson lifted a brow. “For them or me?”
“You.”
“What is it?”
“I will not be Master Juris Knight unless you are my bonded mate. I want you for eternity, and I want everyone to know that…you especially.”
Dumping his napkin on the table, Pierson stood up and cupped Mitchell’s face in his hands. Kissing him softly, he said nothing.
