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why is this happening to me?

Emerson

"what do you mean you've moved him?"

"it's standard protocol, only until his bail hearing" The receptionist said

"bail hearing? he's not guilty!" I found myself slamming my hand on the desk

"that'll be for the judge to decide. I'm guessing the evidence against him was substantial for the state to hold him until the bail hearing. there's not much else I can tell you"

"what jail is he in?" I asked

"rikers island correctional facility" She answered then turned to look back at her computer

I pulled out my phone to call Damien as I walked out the precinct. After a couple of rings he answered.

"is he here?" I asked

"yeah, when do you need him?"

"now"

Tahj

"Anderson!" One of the guards barked through my cell disturbing my concentration on the wall

I slowly rose up and looked at him waiting for him to say something.

"your defense is here" He said before tapping the little opening in the cell

my defense?

I stood up and walked over to the cell door and stuck my hands through the hole. He cuffed my hands, a little less tight than officer dickhead, but still tight.

We walked down the hall and just like before the whistling and stupid remarks continued. I didn't let it bother me though as I followed behind the guard.

He opened a couple of doors with his keycard and soon we ended up in a room that sorta resembled a interrogation room. He made me sit down then handcuffed me to the table before leaving. I was confused for a couple of seconds before he soon returned with a man I have never met in my life, he was sexy as shit though.

"take the handcuffs off" The guy said as he set his briefcase down on the table I was handcuffed to

"that's standard—"

"off!" He said sternly

The guard sighed then came over to unlocked the handcuffs. My hands started rubbing my wrists almost immediately.

The guy stood there and waited for the guard to leave before taking a seat across from me.

"who're you?" I asked

"your lawyer...name's Christopher" He smirked

"how'd you—"

"I'm a friend of your boyfriend, well Damien but Emerson's cool people too"

I nodded then stared at him.

"I looked at your case, this is gonna be hard as fuck...lucky for you though I like complicated"

"I didn't do it" I said

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