“Can you be serious?” She cries, a small white tissue catching her tears.
“Can they?”
“Sam-”
“Mya…”
“Crow…” She says quietly, a sadness I can feel from her tone alone.
“Butterfly…” I whisper, and touch my hand to the glass.
“I understand why you are angry, even why you snapped, I just need for you to do what your lawyers tell you, too.”
I nod, saying nothing because, well, I may be good and fucked. If he dies? Do I care? Not about him dying, no. I would only care that I would be left in a prison for whatever time the state deems necessary. No more kisses of Mya’s, no more wet pussy, or flirtation that makes my dick hard. There would be no Mya.
“I gotta wait and see who Noah retains for me. If he does his job right it won’t be bad. I won’t take a plea, Mya. I am fucking guilty where Tenpenner’s injuries and ass whooping is concerned.”
“You have four lawyers, all from the same firm that TAT uses. Cal had Tay retain them the minute you all were arrested in contempt.”
I smile at that, loving that insane attention to detail Cal will always have, knowing Noah was smart enough to tell Cal to do it.
“See, already ahead of this,” I tell her, trying to ease her fears knowing I am bullshitting my way through it.
“I am so scared, Sam. I have the worst feeling.”
“Sssh,” I say, and try to soothe her wishing I could hold her. “Trust me here, Mya. Please. If I owe a debt to society, I will pay it, even if he dies, but don’t freak out until we know more, Pet. Don’t make me a lifer without a charge.”
She nods and sniffles again.
“Sullivan, times up,” The guard announces, and I pucker my lips and wink.
“I will get money on a card for you to call on.”
“I’ll go through my lawyer. I don’t have anyone’s number but the PIT,” I say, and the guard, good old Donner pulls me from the window.
“Your attorneys are here,” He says, and guides me to a room where I sit at a table, handcuff free. No guards or cameras. Attorney client privilege has a bonus, good to know.
Not five minutes later does my cut throat attorney walk in looking like the fiercest bitch in town. “Mr. Sullivan, I am Poet Degrassi Grey, and I am here to save your ass.”
