Kapitel 13: Her husband's rage

"Little bunny, what's that sound? It's f*cking my ears, shut it!" Pink groaned in annoyance as the grumbling of Jeslyn's stomach disturbed her peaceful sleep.

"I can't control it," Jeslyn whimpered in embarrassment.

"Don't tell me you are hungry?"

"Hehehe…" Jeslyn chuckled awkwardly.

"So, little bunny is a mortal? I thought you were immune to starvation. Serves you right. This will teach you to stop letting others bully you into giving them what is rightfully yours. If you can't sleep, start doing exercise, it will tire you out and probably put you to sleep in no time," Pink suggested begrudgingly. She was pissed at Jeslyn's lack of fighting spirit.

"Or, I can bang you and you'll fall asleep very quickly after a few orgasms, what do you say?" Yellow chimed in with a tease in her voice.

"Shut that damn hole of yours!!... Little Bunny shouldn't be corrupted. Use your f"*cking fingers on your freaking pot!" Pink fired back in vivid annoyance.

"F*ck you, pink! I don't get satisfaction from my puny fingers. I want a tongue and a large pecker down there. I've missed those motherfuckers, like damn! When are they coming?"

"Just use the girls, gosh!" Pink felt irritated. She didn't know when Yellow started to crave girls and after hearing all that, all she wanted to do was to give her a black eye.

Seeing that Pink had become angry, Yellow smiled sheepishly and said, "Don't take my word for it, I don't do girls. You talk like you don't know me."

"Nah, I don't know you anymore. You keep saying girls these days and I just want to spank you for being bad."

Yellow sighed. "I saw the queen and her girls the other day doing shit. She didn't even bother to keep her business clean, so I thought to tease our little bunny a little… and as for that nerdy wardress, you know me, I hate being woken from sleep with that banging on the bar like I'm some criminal, so saying those bad words to her was the only way I felt would chase her away. At least it worked, I haven't seen her for a while."

"Aren't you? You are in the unit for hardcore criminals, first-degree murderers, so, what makes you innocent?" Pink teased.

"Yeah, we all know the law is blind and unjust. Thank you for reminding me." A flicker of emotion other than her usual sarcasm seeped into her voice for a moment, but before anyone could notice, she had reverted back to her usual playful tone.

Their words seemed to get Jeslyn into deep thought. It was most likely that Pink and Yellow were unjustly incarcerated like she was. But the fact that they were wrongly imprisoned didn't mean that they weren't bad. They were terrible, but not all bad people are killers, right?

So naive!

All she hoped and prayed for was for a kind-hearted person to remember her one day and save her from this mess. She mustn't let those people go, she must seek her vengeance as only a shell of the once carefree Jeslyn who was left to rot in this prison cell alongside cold-hearted inmates is left.

All that her family and friends served her, she must return with interest!

As she made that declaration, unbeknownst to her, her loving husband, whom she had forgotten she married, was listening to the headlines his brother was reading aloud in another country.

"I can't believe this. She really killed her grandfather and was sentenced to life imprisonment without parole?

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Her lawyers must have been the most useless humans to live on Earth. Even me, an idiot of law, could have handled her case better. Even though I couldn't prove her innocence, I could have appealed for a lesser punishment and labeled her crime as a mistake or self-defense. What type of a–"

"Call Smith," an emotionless voice rang in Rex's ear.

"Eh, brother, did you say something?"

"Smith, call!" He repeated in a colder voice.

From his voice, Rex understood that he was angry and someone needed to be punished for his anger to subside. Ray had already resolved that he wasn't going to be that idiot, so he hurriedly called Smith.

Fifteen minutes later, a man wearing a black suit with a black leather briefcase in his hands strode into the large sitting room. The sitting room was lavishly decorated to give a cold and dull vibe.

"Mr. Maverick, Young Master Rex." The lawyer bowed to the two young men sitting on different brown couches.

"Hey, barrister Smith, it's been a long time we–"

"When did you return from Country A?" His cold and unfriendly voice cut Rex's words short.

Smith and Rex both turned to look at the man who had one long leg over the other with arms folded on his chest and emotionless eyes fixed on Smith.

"I– I couldn't make it on time, and I was just about to board a plane to country A," He answered.

"Where did you go?" He asked.

"I was handling a complicated case in City F."

"So you are in the country." He nodded, then asked again. "Whose lawyer are you?"

"Your lawyer, Mr. Maverick."

"Do I pay you less?"

"No, Mr. Maverick."

"Did the case you ignored me for pay you more than I do?"

"No, boss, I'll bring Miss Jeslyn out of prison immediately, please give me one more week," his voice lowered to that of a plea, and the confident facade that he had when he stepped into the room vanished.

Lawyer Smith had already begun to sweat. He knew he shouldn't have done that, but greed didn't let him abandon the case he was fighting.

He didn't even research the young lady he was told to rescue. After the call, he placed the phone down, hoping to tell his assistant to work on Miss Jeslyn's case, but it slipped his mind.

He actually thought Miss Jeslyn's case was long, so he was hoping to handle it immediately after he was done with the case he was on.

He just returned from City F and was making his findings on Miss Jeslyn's case when he discovered that the case was rushed and she had been sentenced to life imprisonment.

Inside his briefcase lay documents that he intended to file for an appeal to the supreme court of country A with, but now, with Mr. Maverick looking like this, Smith feared that his future was dim.

Seeing his older brother looking this way, Rex lit a candle in his heart for Lawyer Smith.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he was sure that Smith had done something unforgivable.

"Rex, call inspector Fin. Hand him the criminal record we have on lawyer Smith."

"Roger that." Rex didn't bother to ask anything or feel anything. He knew that whoever offended his brother wouldn't be going scot-free, but wait!