𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭

36

2 days until the trial

D A R I Y A

As an F1 driver you had a specific diet and a training regimen. You had to have enough endurance, stamina and muscle to control that car on the track for multiple laps while all still being a specific weight so the car would be lighter and therefore move faster. I never saw it as a problem seeing as I was accustomed to heavy training but I did have to cut down on most things to stop building existential muscle that I didn't need.

My thoughts are cut short by the doors to the confinement cell opening. I stop on my umpteenth push up, looking to the light in the hallway to the guard standing there.

"Up German." She instructed, reaching for her cuffs. Her eyes trailed my sweaty body as I stood up. I had taken off the jumper and left it tied around my waist and remained in the white tank I wore underneath. My arms and shoulders glistened with a light sheen of sweat, my toned abs noticeable in the tight damp cloth.

I stared at her unfazed as she cuffed my hands in front of me, eyes skimming over my skin. This was an all female prison... I don't think I had to say anymore.

"You are one sexy bitch." She commented without no shame.

I smiled with amusement, expecting it because I got it from nearly all the female guards that took me in and out my cells for the last few days, "I know."

She hummed, holding my arm in a tight, grip and guiding me out the cell.

"Would you mind telling me where we're going?" There was no other guards on this floor and I was unable to see inside any cell we passed due to them being confinement cells just like the one they put me in.

I didn't get an answer as she lead me down the left hallway instead of the right that lead to the facilities. This entire ordeal was so infuriating.

For starters it seemed to be an entertainment for the other prisoners that I was new and a German. Second the food looked and was a punishment worse that being locked in here, thank God Atreus paid off one of the guards to send me actual food. And lastly I was supposed to be on the other side of this building, in the cells where temporary prisoners waiting for sentencing are supposed to be.

Seems like somebody got some strings pulled and they put me in the real prison. My grey jumpsuit stood out in the crowd of orange during lunch and breakfast but I kept to myself. I could take care of myself easily but as long as they didn't push beyond that line of sanity then all they would get is a long hard and unamused stare.

She stopped at a door in the long beige hall and typed in a code. I took note of how she didn't bother to hide it, I mean if there was a way to escape solitary confinement then she would have to hide it. She pushed me into the brightly lit room and making it aware to me that it was nothing but a visiting room.

I was walked over to a round blue metal table where Atreus sat and she unlocked my cuffs rather roughly before putting them in front of me and forcing me down in the seat.

He didn't mutter a word but his stare was sharp as it followed the departing guard.

"How much time do we have?" I questioned, snapping him from his inner conflict.

"Enough, are you good?" I nodded silently, looking over his devilish appearance. By his unruly curls and crooked tie, it was obvious that he was stressed or either nervous.

"Are you good?" I retorted and subtly gestured to his tie, not daring touching him in case it was against the rules and we got separated.

"Yeah, I'll be better when you're out of here though."

"It isn't all that bad." I shrugged, trying to lighten the tensed mood.

"Does bad include worries of food poisoning because of your status, solitary confinement because there's a chance someone with a vendetta against us could try something and last but definitely not least you being away from me."

I smiled at his sudden change of mood and said, "You're so cute."

He grumbled and shook off my words, "Everything is in order for Saturday."

"Everything?" I questioned softly.

"With high hopes, yes." A long sigh expelled from my lips at his words, my thoughts going frantic. I knew one of those days he would go to my biological mother and just to here that he did and she may just show up had my thoughts erratic.

"They dropped the charges for the illegal drugs and unlicensed weapons." That snapped me from my thoughts and I drew back in surprise, brows furrowed.

"That seems a bit suspicious." I muttered.

"It does but I thought about it on the way here," He leaned forward on the table, sparing a glance at the guard before looking back at me, "They found no drugs in your system and they got a warrant to search your jet but found nothing amiss. Why keep these charges over your head without proper evidence for it and all they have is accusations?" I thought of his words, waiting for him to continue.

"It will only make the one thing they are trying to make the main offense look like another accusation. And just like the two they dropped they have only accusations that you did what they say you did." He finished.

I blinked in realization, that alone so far from my mind when he told me they dropped the charges.

"You weren't lying." I said instead and he showed his confusion to my words.

"I did get the best lawyer in New York to fight my cases." This made him smile a smug smile.

"America baby, the best lawyer in America." I could only smile at his words, his smug attitude better than the one I met him in. Any attitude from him is better than the distraught one he was just in.

"Do you know their lawyer?" I questioned.

"Not personally, the FBI provided him for her I think. He's good but not good enough." He commented pensively.

"Thanks for the sandwiches." I added as I felt a presence behind me. He looked at his watch and gave me a small but desperate smile.

"Ich liebe dich." I said in German so no one else would understand. His brows furrowed at my words but I just smiled and stood from my chair for the guard.
(I love you.)

"Google it." Was the last thing I said before I was taken away and back to the boring cell.

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