Page 46 of Defending A Promise
Pulling her closer to me, I give her a kiss. “Last night was amazing.”
She smiles, “Yes, it was… maybe we can do it again.” Her hand slowly meanders across my abs and then south. Just asshe’s about to feel my hard cock, we get interrupted and her hand disappears quickly.
“Bella’s got food. Can I have my pancakes now?” Nicholas asks from the bedroom door.
“I’m coming right now. I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” I tell him because I need him to leave so I can get out of bed. Don’t need to frighten the child.
“You stay here. I’ve got him,” I tell Riley.
She stretches out and smirks up at me, “I think I’ll do just that. Thank you.”
“And we’ll continue that thing you were just doing tonight.” I wiggle my eyebrows as I climb out of bed.
“Promises, promises,” she laughs.
“I keep my promises, baby.” I kiss her quickly before we’re interrupted again.
I shower and change quickly into my uniform so I’m ready for court and then I’m off in search of a little boy and his dog to make breakfast. This is domestication at its finest and I’m loving every second of it.
As I pull into the parking garage at the courthouse, I see Jax and Eli standing next to their vehicles. “Hey,” I call out to them as we all make our way into the elevator.
“I hate days like today,” Jax complains.
“Really? I love ‘em. Today’s the day I get to see the look on these assholes’ faces when they realize I was undercover the entire time. Love watching the cocky motherfuckers go pale when they see me walk in all clean-shaven,” Eli feels his beardless face and chin, “standing in my uniform swearing to tellthe truth, the whole truth and nothin’ but the truth. So. Help. Me. God.” He slaps his hands at each word.
Jax laughs, “I never thought of it like that. Makes all those months we were undercover worth it.” He stands up taller as we exit the elevator and bypass the metal detectors in search of our courtroom.
Eli turns to me, “Why do you have such a goofy grin on your face? You get laid or something?”
“He’s got a girl,” Jax answers for me.
“No shit. Is it Riley?” Eli asks me.
I nod with the memory of her on my chest this morning, “Yes, it is. Riley Ashford.”
Eli looks at Jax, “By the looks of it, that won’t be her last name for much longer, huh?” They both laugh at me, but I don’t care. It’s not the first time I’ve thought about it and if I have my way, they’re right. She’ll be Riley Hayes and maybe even Nicholas Hayes. I may be jumping the gun a little there, but I can dream.
“Gentlemen. The judge is ready for you.” The courthouse lieutenant states as he opens the door to the courtroom.
Eli smiles big, “Showtime!”
As soon as the three of us enter the courtroom, chaos erupts as the two defendants realize who we are, recognition all over their faces, and they stand up and start screaming that it was all a set up. One of them, the guy with the beard down to his bellybutton, tosses the table they were sitting at and their lawyers’ briefcases, water bottles, and laptops go flying.
All three of us go into protection mode as I cover the judge, Eli covers the prosecutors, and Jax rushes the jury out of the room as the bailiffs grab both defendants. One of them is tackled to the floor as they both are put in handcuffs. We’re here to testify against these drug smugglers and if any of us touch them now, it could blow the case.
Once everyone is calmed down, the defendants are taken out of the courtroom and put in a holding cell in the back of the courthouse until they can control their outbursts, while in the meantime, the courtroom is put back together again.
“Ready to try this again?” The courthouse lieutenant asks us as we’re standing outside of the courtroom.
“Yep. Let’s do this.” Eli leads the way into the courtroom where we find both defendants, shackles and handcuffs in place sitting next to their lawyers – three bailiffs behind them at the ready in case they decide to blow up again.
“Here we go,” Jax says as we take our seats, and the trial begins.
Because of the delay in starting thanks to the two asshat defendants, the judge wanted to get through at least opening statements which took way too long, before breaking for lunch. My stomach was protesting – loudly.
After we exit the courtroom, Jax and I follow Eli to the in-house station inside the courthouse to sign out. “Where do you guys want to eat?” I ask.
“I hear the bistro down the street has great paninis,” Eli says.
