Page 58 of Lucifer's Revenge
“I’ll grant it,” the judge said with a nod.
Lucius turned back in his seat and made sure his one brow scowl was in place. Instead of trying to play nice, he morphed into his Lucifer persona.
“First, I have never, not once encouraged Ms. Smith in any way, shape, or form. I told you this not five minutes ago. Since you failed to grasp the understanding of the answers of your own questions, let me point a few things out to you. Are you ready?”
“Your Honor,” the lawyer said in a whiny voice.
“Sustained, let the witness talk, since he’s correct and you’re not listening.”
Lucius nodded and looked directly at Brenda Smith. “I never dated you, you are not my type. You’re stuck up, entitled, and a nosy bitch. Oh, and you spread lies inmybusiness withmy people.I met you three hours before I had a date with Ms. Richards. During the entire meeting, which you were there to learn of the job you had to do, you kept trying to get me to go out with you. It’s my understanding that no is a complete sentence. Yet, you failed to understand that. Going to my business andspreading lies, making demands or what you thought your future would hold isn’t the way to get to me. Let me repeat, you are an ugly person to me, not in looks, but in your soul. You flat-out told me that I had to like you because you’re beautiful. Lady, that smacks of entitlement, and someone that needs to grow the fuck up and face the realities of life. That is also what makes you ugly in my eyes. If for some reason, once this trial is done, and you’re released, I hope the hell you stay away from me and my family.” He looked at the judge with a nod.
“Am I done, here?”
Before the judge could answer, Fred jumped to his feet. “May I?”
“Go ahead,” the judge said with a nod.
“Mr. King, where do you work?”
“I’m the sole owner of Hell’s Coffin Bar and Restaurant out on Route 5.”
“What do you do for recreation?”
“I ride a motorcycle. Just because I ride on two wheels, wear leather, to protect myself from assholes that don’t pay attention, doesn’t make me a bad guy. I’m also the sole inventor of Hell’s Coffin motorcycle club. We come from all walks of life, but enjoy the brotherhood of riding.”
“Thank you, you mentioned in your tirade that Ms. Smith came after your people in your business. Could you please explain that?”
“She did this all behind my back, and I don’t know if these people are on your list to testify here, but she went to my bartender and demanded to know how much money the bar made daily. She, Ms. Smith, later told the ladies of the club that once I ask her out and start dating her, then they will have to cater to her every whim, because with me being the President of the club, that would make her the First Lady, and made her more important than everyone else.”
“When you found this out, what did you do.”
“Called my sister,” he snickered, and went on to explain his reasoning for that. It took at least fifteen minutes to get those questions answered, and Lucius saw the ladies who had looked at him with disdain before turning that onto Brenda.
“Thank you, Mr. King,” Fred said, and walked back to his table. When Lucius could step down, he ignored Brenda as he walked past her, but he saw the lawyer lean over and whisper frantically in her ear.
Since he was done for the day, he walked out of the court room and never looked back, hoping to never return, but that only lasted for six weeks before he had to return for her sentencing.
The three people involved in trashing Lilith’s home, and kidnapping her were being tried separately. According to Fred, he only had to testify in Brenda’s case, but might be called up for Sally’s, if her employment with his business was brought into question. Fred thought with the documents he had Luc wouldn’t have to return.
Things changed three days later when Lilith got a call to go to Fred’s office. Luc refused to allow her to go by herself, so he stood beside her as they entered the office in question.
They were escorted to a conference room, and Luc felt his eyebrows disappear when the table was laden with stacks and stacks of files.
“Fred,” Luc called out, and saw the minute the other man’s face cleared.
“Thank you for coming,” Fred said as he jumped to his feet. “I’m preparing for Wesley’s trial, and Ms. Richards, your name keeps coming up.”
“Who? And why?” Lilith asked, and took the cup of coffee the assistant offered, along with a chair on a relatively clean side of the table.
“Wesley Quinn.”
Lilith looked at Luc, who shrugged, so she turned back to Fred. “I’m sorry, am I supposed to know who that is?”
Fred sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands. He waved it to the stack of papers on the table, and asked, “This, all this, has your name on it. I called you in to see if you could nutshell what the hell I’m supposed to be reading.”
“Well,” Lilith said after her initial shock. “If it has to do with a Wesley Quinn, I can’t help you. I’ve never heard the name before.”
An older gentleman walked into the room then, and went right to Lilith with his hand out. “Hi, I’m Thomas, his boss. That’s my first name. I have a feeling we will be seeing a lot of each other in the next few weeks. What if I gave you another name, would that help?”
