Jagger POV"Jagger, Judge Rover is on line two," Janet says with the most fake, cheerful tone I have ever heard. I know she is training the intern, but there's no need to fake her excitement. "Thank you," I say as I press the button from the intercom that connects my phone to hers. I grab the phone and press it to my ear as I close my eyes, momentarily gathering the strength I need to deal with this prick. I press the button for the line two and I immediately regret doing so. The background noise is loud, and I can barely hear Julio. I frown as I clear my throat. "This is Jagger," I say. "Fucking finally, why did it take you so long?" He barks at me, and I tighten my grip around the phone, closing my eyes and counting till ten so I don't tell this fucking asshole to go do one. "It doesn't matter," he says while I keep counting in my head. I had only reached five when he spoke again, "I need you to come to meet me in the courthouse. People are going mad, and I will start arresting t
Callie POV"Callie, you need to come see this," Carson says as he wraps his arm around mine, pulling me out of my daydream state. My feet stumble as he pulls me towards him."Hey," I protest, but in vain. Carson keeps pulling me like a maniac, and my legs struggle to keep up with him. Carson is a lot taller than me, so one step of his is two steps from mine. I look like I am running while he usually walks. "You're going too fast," I finally say as Carson looks at me and starts walking slower. "What's with all the rush?" I question, and Carson smiles as he points at the law office buildings where the professors have offices. I frown, and as we walk closer, I can hear the shouting coming from inside. The muffled voices coming from inside sound weird to my ears. I can't decipher the words being shouted, but I know whatever it is won't last long. The law building tends to have a lot of security. I stop walking when I realize what is going on. The press points the cameras at me as I widen
Jagger POVThe way Calliope was looking at me was going to torment me for the foreseeable future; the way her eyes scanned my features as if trying to read me made me want to drop everything, scoop her into my arms, and leave. “Hey, you needed to see me?” I let out as I walk into Wyatt’s office. Wyatt has been going through hell and back with his kids. It’s like he is trying to form a fucking soccer team. It’s ridiculous. He looks like he aged twenty years in the last four years. Being a father has become his main focus, but obviously, he still runs the business. Wyatt leans back in his chair and takes a deep breath as his eyes meet mine. Immediately, I feel the tension in the air as I walk deeper into his office, standing by his desk. “This is not easy,” Wyatt finally says, and I frown, shoving my hands into my pockets. I hate when he takes his sweet ass time to tell me what is going on. I raise my eyebrows as I look at Wyatt, seconds away from losing my shit, “Petrov was seen in
Callie POVI look at my reflection in the mirror, and I can’t help but shake my head. I know I should be excited for today, but I am not; I am just nervous, and all I want to do is curl into a ball and stay in bed, hiding from the world. A soft knock on my door makes me take a deep breath as I walk to open it. Rachel is standing there holding her black blazer jacket, and when her eyes scan my body, she shakes her head. “You can’t wear that,” she says, walking past me and straight to my closet. My closet is minuscule, and I am lucky to have one. Dorm rooms usually don’t have any, and I was lucky enough not to share it with anyone. “Why? What is wrong with my clothes?” I ask, looking down at my body and frowning. I decided on a black pair of jeans with my black boots and a white turtle neck top. “You look like you’re going to church; you’re having a preliminary hearing; you need to dress to impress,” she says, and my eyes roll against my will. “Stop rolling your eyes,” Rachel says wh
Callie POV"We need to celebrate," Carson says, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around like a lunatic. The preliminary hearing went well. I asked Donna if I could stay outside, and she said yes, so I took the opportunity to stay away from all that testosterone. Rachel was right when she said there were too many good-looking people in one room; it even made me feel self-conscious about myself and how I was pretending to be something I was not. The court case will begin in less than two months, and the anxiety is increasing as we now have a date; I can't even begin to understand how I am supposed to keep my head above water with all the attention this case is having. Two more girls are joining the court case against Judge Julio Rover. Donna and Cornelius are gathering all their stuff, and I hope this helps my case. "Where are we going?" I ask as I look at Rachel, who chews on the side of her finger. I frown as I look at her. Her eyes glued on the screen of her phone.
Jagger POV“I swear I hate these things,” I let out between my greeted teeth. Janet nods as she looks at me and immediately moved closer to adjust my tie. I raise my eyebrows watching her as she whistles while she fiddles with the grey fabric around my neck. “Fuck that,” I say, smacking her hands lightly. Those moves granted me a side eye, but hey, I love temping death, and making Janet upset is always a bonus. An easier path to hell. Moving fast I untie the tie and shove it in my pocket. Janet shakes her head as she takes a step closer to the hostess of the expensive restaurant she chose. “Reservation for Bolton,” Janet says, and I shake my head, letting out a slight scoff. Janet raises an unimpressed brow as she looks at me over her shoulder. I swear any other person would’ve seen the end of my gun, but Janet… We’ve known each other for far too long. Her kids are like blood to me. She obviously used my name to get the reservation. “This way, please,” the hostess says, and I give h
Callie POV“I hope this is okay,” Cornelius says, and I nod my head. I don’t think I have ever been to a place like this. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve been to plenty of expensive places, but nothing like this, nothing to this caliber. Rachel has been trying to get reservations here for over one year, and this guy clicks his finger and gets one. Amazing what money can buy. “Sure it is,” I let out with my most polite smile. I don’t even think I am dressed enough. Taking a deep breath, I scan the menu, but suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck rises, and a shiver travels down my spine. Trying to recompose myself quickly, I move my eyes from the menu, and I see the reason for my discomfort. Those blue eyes locked on me. I keep my head held high and watch as a woman clicks her fingers in front of his eyes. It’s like he is waking up from a deep thought. His eyes become alive again as he sits straight on his chair and moves his eyes from me to the beautiful woman sitting next to him. He mo
Jagger POVSitting here as they eat and talk while Calliope laughs feels like fucking torture, and I am not fucking masochist. This is fucking torture, and my body is so tense I feel like exploding right here right now. I know I shouldn’t have followed her into the bathroom, and I definitely shouldn’t have touched her. She felt so fucking good that immediately my body reacted to it.I can feel her scent on my hand. The way she feels, the softness of her skin, her warmth, everything will be kept in my memory forever. She is the closest I have ever had to caring about someone since Bella. I know having Cornelius around her is making it worse. It’s making it even more personal because of our history. “Jagger, please, listen to me,” Bella pleads as she walks past Dash, ignoring his warnings to leave her alone. “Why didn’t you tell me you have a boyfriend?” I finally ask the question that has been living rent-free inside my head. “We had an argument, and we were on a break,” she says, a