Dripping Roses

4

Chapter 4

I stood in my kitchen with a cup of coffee in my hand. I was dressed in a white shirt, black coat and black dress shoes.

My black hair was slicked back in a professional way.

Malik was sitting across from me dressed in a white shirt and tie and blue jeans. Apparently, he had an auction to attend.

"That lady friend of yours was hot," he smirked.

I glared at him, "She is out of bounds."

"Getting defensive are we," he smirked.

"No I'm not. She is my lawyer and I don't want my case ruined because of conflict of interest," I scolded.

"So when your case is over, can I ask her on a date," he smirked knowing very well that he was pushing my buttons.

"Do what you please?" I gave him a factitious smile.

"Thanks Makada, you're the best," he smiled.

I rolled my eyes and walked out the house. I decided to take my 2015 Chevrolet Camaro today. Considering it will look very unprofessional to pull up at the court with a Range Rover.

I drove silently to the court thinking about my brother and Sydney together. The thought alone angered me. Maybe she won't accept, considering I asked her already.

My phone rang loudly pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hello!" I answered.

"Scar where are you?" Sydney fumed.

"I am in front of the court house," I lied.

"Scar you're a pretentious liar. I am standing in front of the court house and you're not there," she hissed.

"You're not looking close enough," I laughed.

"Do not antagonize me," she hissed.

"I'm sorry, I'm coming now," I smiled.

"Hurry!"

I hanged up the phone and smiled. She was so hot when she was angry.

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I approached the court with a smile on my face. Sydney walked up to me and slapped my shoulder. My head snapped towards her and scowled.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me, "Don't ever do that again, unless you want me to f**k you so hard, you'll beg for me to make you c*m," I whispered harshly in her ears.

"Promise," she smirked.

I laughed and stepped away from her. "Good morning Scar," she smiled.

"Good morning Sydney," I smiled.

"Let's go win that case," she piped.

"OK Counsellor Pearson," I smirked. We entered the court room and almost immediately I noticed Jason and Bradley, my two men. They shrugged when they saw me and sank back into their seat.

I took the seat directly in the back of them. Sydney walked poised to her seat and sat elegantly.

"All rise," the policeman said.

Each person in the court room stood as the judge walked in. I noticed her immediately. Mrs Meckles is my usual judge for all my cases.

"Be seated court," she said.

Everyone sat and the assistant district attorney, stood. She walked up to the judge stand and gave her files which I assume is evidence.

"Here we have the perpetrators of a drug deal gone bad, your honor," the attorney begun.

Sydney stood, "Objection your honor."

"On what grounds counsellor Pearson," the judge asked.

"Speculation," she scowled.

"Sustained. Ada Weekes, rephrase," she said.

"Yes your honor. It is alleged that the two men here, was arrested because of drug slander and possession of an illegal firearm."

She walked to her desk and pulled the bag with the gun out. She walked over to the judge and gave it to her.

"Your honor, here is the said handgun that was found in the possession of Bradley Fisher," she said.

"And what evidence states that this gun is that of his," the judge asked.

"Your honor here is a transcript from the DNA headquarters. The prints did match that of his," Weekes stated.

"Continue," the judge said.

"I'll like to call Jason Wilson to the stand please," she said.

Jason walked up to the stand but not before saying his oaths.

"Mr Wilson, where were you on June the 10th," she asked.

"I was at the warehouse," Jason muttered full of boredom.

"And what were you doing at this said warehouse," she asked.

"I was working late," he said.

"And what kind of work is this," she asked.

"Construction and welding," he said.

"Hmm, such a mediocre job yet you drive an A list car," she asked while walking around the room.

"Are you stalking me?" He smirked.

"Answer the question Mr Wilson," she scowled.

"You asked no question, counsellor. You made a statement," he smirked.

"Okay! Where do you get the money to buy such a car?" She asked clearly irritated.

"My boss pays well," he smiled.

"And who is this said boss?" she asked clearly amused.

"Mrs Kenneth," he smirked.

"And what is your boss' occupation?"

"I am just a mere employee. I have no idea what she does," he muttered.

"Oh really. If I am not mistaken Mrs Kenneth is one of Manhattan's biggest drug leader, so how do you not know?" She asked as though she was reaching some where.

"Objection your honor," Sydney shouted.

"On what grounds?" The judge asked.

"She is clearly provoking the client," she shouted.

"Sustained," the judge muttered.

"Sorry your honor. What were you doing with m*******a in your possession?" She asked.

"I smoke because I have glaucoma," he said.

"Do you now?" She asked sarcastically.

"Yes I do," he said with the same tone.

"Your honor, this man before you is a felon. He was caught red handed with these illegal substances and should be charged for them. Our city has enough criminals and we need to start putting them away, starting with these two men before us. No further questions your honor," she said and strolled of the stage.

"Counsellor Pearson," the judge said.

She waltzed to the stage and I smiled at how sophisticated yet beautiful, she looked.

"Your honor, my two clients are innocent till proven guilty."

"They have been wrongly blamed for their actions," she said.

"What evidence do you have of that?" The judge asked.

"Your honor, here is the handgun license for that of Mr Fisher's gun," she said.

"Also here is the doctor's prescription for m*******a because of his glaucoma," she said.

"I'll also like to call my first witness, Mr Bradley Fisher," she said.

Bradley strolled to the stand, took his oaths and sat.

"Mr Fisher, can you tell the court why do you need the possession of a handgun?" She asked.

"Because of the multiple threats I have been getting from certain individuals," he replied.

"And did you report these threats to the police," she asked.

"Yes I have. On many occasions," he said.

"Your honor, here is the police reports of my client," she gave the judge a file.

"Your honor, my clients both have good reasons for the possessions of the found items. They have sufficient evidence that they did nothing wrong, hence the reason, I suggest for their release. No further questions your honor," she said. She walked to her desk and smiled at me before sitting.

I smiled back and watched back at the court room.

"There will be a fifteen minutes interval then the jury will have there verdict," the judge hit his paddle.

I stood from my seat and walked to the outside of the court house.

"How was that for you?" That beautiful voice asked.

"You looked hot out there," I smirked.

"I know, I always look hot. That is not what we need to talk about. The jury was much amused by my evidence. There is a seventy to thirty chance, that we will win," she said.

"I think we will win though. You did good," I smirked.

"I know that I'm the best. Ada Weekes is one of the best also and beating her will be an accomplishment," she said.

"Come on let's get back, I think its starting again," she muttered.

We both walked back to the court room. She walked to her desk while I walked back to my original seat.

"All rise!"

Everyone stood as the judge walked back into the room.

"Have your seats," she said.

Everyone sat and watched as the jury piled back in.

"Has the jury made their decision," she asked.

"Yes your honor," a man from the jury said.

"And what is it?"

"The jury find the defendant, not guilty your honor," he said.

"There you have it. Mr Wilson, Mr Fisher you are free to go," she said.

They both jumped up and hugged each other. I kept my stoic expression and walked out of the court room.

I stood to the entrance of the court room and watched as Jason and Bradley walked out.

"Scar," they both yelled in unison.

I watched them and they ran to me. "Someone's happy," I smirked.

"Maybe we are." They laughed.

I watched as Sydney strolled out the court room with her bitchy face and a blank expression, as a man with a buzz cut stopped her.

She looked clearly annoyed and he looked pissed. They both sounded like they were in a heated argument. She glanced at me and turned back to him.

I raised my eyebrow at that. He looked suspicious and I don't like suspicious. I quickly took a pic of them both and walked away.

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"Jinx, call Angel and tell her that I have a job for her," I told her as soon as I got back to my office.

Something seriously did not sit well with that man and I'll get to the bottom of it.

"Okay Scar," Jinx said and walked out of my office.

Approximately five minutes after, Angel called.

"I am going to send you a picture of two people. Find all you can about the man," I told her.

She said that she will get back to me tomorrow. If I find out any funny business about that man, both him and Sydney are dead meat.