Page 92 of The Don’s Legal Eagle's Baby

A wry chuckle escaped my lips at the image of my boss scrambling to contain the fallout. Despite the possibility of my reinstatement, the thought of returning to an environment that consistently undervalued my efforts didn't sit well with me. I nodded to myself, silently reaffirming my decision to carve out my path far from the suffocating limitations of the firm.

Refocusing on the group chat, I swiftly fired off a message about the name "Esposito," hoping for a prompt reply, but the dots, indicating that someone was typing, had stopped dancing in the group chat window.

A few minutes passed by with no response, and I looked up to see familiar buildings surrounding us, meaning that we were almost at the penthouse. A buzz from my phone drew my attention back to the screen, revealing responses from the group members.

Matthew: No idea, sorry.

Dave: I think I've heard it before, but I can't recall.

Luca: How could you guys forget? It was that case we worked on, the one she lost, remember?

Luca: It was the Esposito v. Moretti lawsuit. It's crazy how you guys blanked on that!

It was one of the few cases I had ever lost, and suddenly, the memory came rushing back to me, recalling a young adult client embroiled in murky dealings and accused of murder. Although the details were hazy, I distinctly remembered the mention of the name "Esposito" during our interactions.

As the messages continued to pour in from the group, my attention was fixated on Luca's responses.

Me: Luca, do you have more details about the case? I need to know everything.

Luca: I can’t remember, but I think the case file is still around somewhere. I'll look for it.

With a sigh, I fired off another message.

Me: Can you check now? It's urgent.

Luca: I wish I could, but I'm being called to do something right now. I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Exasperation surged through me, and I cursed under my breath. Ignoring the concerned look, Enzo shot my way through the rearview mirror, I quickly composed a response.

Me: Can you get the file for me? I'll head to the firm and pick it up.

Luca: No problem. I'll let you know once I have it.

Me: Tx. You’re a star!

Enzo's voice cut through my thoughts, "We've arrived."

I raised my gaze to confirm that we were indeed parked in front of Emilio's building. Glancing back down at my phone, I read Luca’s response.

I ignored the flood of astonished messages from the rest of the group, who were surprised to see signs of life from me after so long finally and leaned forward between the front seats, halting Enzo's exit from the car.

"Wait," I exclaimed with urgency, "I have to go to my law firm."

Enzo settled back into his seat and regarded me with a raised eyebrow.

"Weren't you suspended?" He asked, unsure of what to make of my request.

"I still am, but I need to get something," I replied, meeting his gaze directly.

"With what's happening at the Fiore family house, Emilio wouldn't want you to go anywhere until he's sure it's safe," Enzo cautioned.

"It's about the Esposito family. I need to find out more," I explained.

"Esposito family?" Enzo's voice expressed surprise, and when he turned to look at me, curiosity danced in his gray eyes. "What did you find out?"

"I don’t know yet," I admitted. "And that's why I need to go to the law firm."

Enzo didn’t say anything, but I could see the struggle on his face. On the one hand, he was tasked with keeping me safe, and on the other hand, we needed to find out everything we could about the Esposito family.

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