I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, watching the lawyer squirm under my gaze. Richie Rossi was an aging defense attorney, his graying hair and tired eyes making it clear he’d seen enough cases to know when he was sitting in a dangerous conversation. And right now? He knew exactly what this was. I specifically handpicked him to defend Alfredo as I made sure other good lawyers didn’t take his case yet he’s trying to squirm out of my grip even in the prison!

He should be happy I left him alive to start with. Stupid bastard!

“You defended Alfredo Enzo,” Anthony started, his voice calm but you could...