CHAPTER 151: EMILIANO’S LAWSUIT- PART 2 ( TOM’S POV )

"Oh?"

Emiliano raised a brow, intrigued by the unexpected turn of events.

His golden eyes narrowed slightly, reflecting a curiosity that couldn’t be masked.

Something about the situation didn’t quite add up, and that piqued his interest more than he cared to admit.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

It’s gonna be such a long day.

"If I bail you out, are you able to make a drug strong enough to make your pheromones harmless?"

"Hah. That’s your big plan, Mister Big Bad Lawyer?"

"Well, are you not smart enough?"

Emiliano’s face soured. His jaw tightened, and his eyes lost their usual light.

He looked away, lips pressed into a hard line.

The room felt colder somehow, like his shift in mood had changed the air.

Arrogant brat.

I hit a nerve.

"I can make the drug."

"Undetectable?"

"Oh, please. These idiots don’t have the knowledge or technology to compare with me."

"Are you sure, blondie? No shame if you can’t. We’ll just change strategies."

Emiliano’s face soured, and then he turned that look on me—a glare sharp enough to cut clean through.

His eyes didn’t just narrow; they burned, turning from golden todeep red, full of something cold and final.

I froze.

Whatever I’d said, whatever I’d done, that look told me I’d gone too far.

This is so much fun.

"Don’t overstep, Tom."

"Hah. Someone is sensitive."

Emiliano let out a low grunt—deep, rough, and deliberate. It wasn’t just annoyance; it was a warning.

The kind of sound that made your skin tighten instinctively.

He didn’t need words.

That grunt alone told me I was on thin ice, and any move I made next had consequences.

Maybe this is why Luther likes him. This adrenaline. This feeling of control over a ticking bomb.

I get it.

"Then, that’s about it. I’ll set the bail in a few hours and go with this strategy. You will probably have less than a day before Lucrezia assures you return to your cell."

"She will drag this. How fast can we get to court with this?"

"A week?"

"Not good enough."

"Look, I know jail is not the best location to relax, but—"

"It’s not that, Mister Lawyer. Lucrezia has a plan to—"

"You know."

"You know?"

Emiliano raised his brow slowly, eyes sharpening with quiet interest.

The faint crease above his eye deepened as he leaned in slightly, his expression shifting just enough to hold attention without a word spoken.

That had caught him and the change in his posture was impossible to miss.

"I made the plan."

"Well, f-ck me! I did not see that coming!"

Emiliano threw his head back and burst into laughter, the sound loud and unrestrained.

It filled the space around us, unexpected and raw, echoing with a kind of wild energy.

His shoulders shook with each hearty chuckle, breaking the tension without a single explanation.

"How did Lucrezia even trust you enough to hear you out?"

As my silence stretched, his chuckles faded more and more into a half-suprised, half-disgusted expression.

"You f-cked my mothe— Lucrezia?"

"Can we get back to your lawsuit?"

"You f-cked my — and my wife?"

"What are you blabbering about?"

"Wow. I don’t know if I should kill you or admire your nuts."

"You’re gone, aren’t you? You can’t hear me anymore."

"Just— when did— how— why— I-I don’t even want to know."

"Can you tell me what’s the deal with Lucrezia’s plan? Our consultation time is about to run out."

"Right. Right. She will go through with it by the end of this week. Probably will pin it all on me. I gotta counterattack before she attacks."

"I can fight for a day. Enough time?"

"F-ck. No, but I’ll manage anyway."

"Great. Well, I’ll be back for you in three hours. That way I can buy you tonight until tomorrow afternoon probably."

"It’s fine. I can pull an all-nighter."

"Good. Before I go, do you want me to talk to them about changing the cells?"

Emiliano laughed, a slow, mocking sound that grated on my nerves.

He shook his head in a deliberate no motion, as if whatever I’d just said was too ridiculous to take seriously.

The smile tugging at his lips only made it worse—like he was enjoying my goodwill more than he should.

"Don’t worry about me, Mister Big Bad Lawyer. The guy will probably shiver in his corner when I get there."

"Don’t kill him, ok? Too much paperwork for me."

"You’re no fun."

I grabbed Emiliano’s arm and started walking him back to his cell.

His steps were slow and relaxed, like he had nowhere urgent to be.

But the way he kept his eyes locked on me made me uneasy. He didn’t blink or look away once, studying me like I was some kind of puzzle. I kept my pace steady, not wanting to show I noticed.

When we reached his cell, Emiliano stepped inside without hesitation. His cellmate, a huge guy who looked tough enough to crush me, was curled up in the corner, shivering like he’d seen a ghost. Emiliano’s lips curved into a smile.

"Boo!" he said, loud and clear.

The big guy jumped, flinching hard enough to make me wince.

Emiliano just laughed quietly and turned his head toward me. With his big thumb, he pointed at the cellmate and gave me a slow, smug smirk. It was the kind of look that said, "I told you so," without a single word.

I shook my head, annoyed but not surprised. Emiliano always knew how to get under people’s skin.

I stepped out and closed the door behind me, still feeling his eyes on my back.

The cell was quiet again except for the cellmate’s uneven breathing, and Emiliano’s smile lingered in my mind.

Great.

One deal is done.

But now, how will I explain to the future president that I just made a deal with Emiliano?

The things I do for love...