Free Empire Part 3: A New Adult and College Billionaire Romance Series (Empire Billionaire Romance) by Bella Love-Wins Page A

Virocci. Because by then, you’re an accessory, and we won’t be needing you for anything. By then, you can rot just like Sloan will.
    Rocko: How many times do I have to ask for my lawyer for you to get him in here?
    Miller: You’re withholding information. That’s no different from lying to the police. You’re obstructing justice, Virocci.
    Rocko: And you’re violating my fucking rights.
    Miller: If there’s any problem with the physical evidence, you may have a bigger problem. You see this? It’s a grand jury docket. Right now it’s blank, but if you don’t tell us what we need to know, by next week, we’ll have a grand jury hear your case in court. And when we’re in court, I’ll be asking for the court to grant an indictment for felony obstruction. That’s five to ten years, Virocci. Are you ready to go to prison for that long? What are you, forty, forty-five years old? Maybe you’ll get out in five to seven years.
    Rocko: Lawyer.
    Miller: You think Sloan can save your ass this time? We know he had his high-priced lawyers save you on those drug charges six years ago. He can’t save you this time. This time we’ll make sure you go away.
    Rocko: I want my fucking lawyer now, you fucking prick!
    Miller: What happened that night? Let me tell you what I think. Sloan’s partying. With Doreen Rushton. You’re somewhere nearby. They’re partying, she wants to leave, and he doesn’t let her. They struggle. He hurts her. He cuts her. Somehow, she gets away, but it’s too late for little Doreen. And you were there. Best case scenario, you’re an accessory. Worst case, you’re an accomplice. Or maybe you did it, Virocci. All I know is if you give us something now, we’ll make it easier for you to see your family one day. If you don’t, you’ll be lucky if you see your wife again when you’re seventy.
    Rocko: I’d like to see my lawyer.
    Miller: You think Sloan wouldn’t hesitate to pin it on you? You’re disposable. You’re nothing to him. You don’t fucking mean shit to Sloan. You’re…you’re collateral damage when the chips fall, Virocci. You and your loser son.
    Rocko: Fuck you, asshole! I want my fucking lawyer now.
    Miller: You didn’t kill little Doreen. But you’ll pay for it just as if you slit her wrists yourself. You know why? Because Sloan does not lose. He never does. But you will.
    Matheson: That’s enough, man. His lawyer is here.
     
    Rocko stops the recording. Dad is furious.
    “You did good, Rocko. And I’ll make sure Miller pays. No one treats my people like that. Come on, let’s go.”
    Dad rises from his seat and walks to the front door. He pulls his mobile phone from his pocket and seems to search for something.
    “Where are we going?” I ask, following him and Rocko.
    “To have a word with Matheson.”
    “We should get this tape to Kara’s people. She can sue them or complain. Let’s take Miller down through legal channels.”
    “No!” My dad’s voice booms as it echoes around the condo living room. “Miller needs to understand who he’s dealing with. Matheson does too.”

Chapter Two
    Jonathan
    We leave the condo and the three of us take Dad’s limo to meet Matheson. We get to the location and see Matheson’s SUV parked about fifty feet down the alleyway. He sees our vehicle and joins us in the limo.
    “Hey,” he says.
    “Let’s go,” my dad tells our driver.
    Matheson looks over at me. He notices my swollen, bruised jaw. “That’s gonna hurt in the morning. How’d you get so banged up when I just saw you like a couple hours ago?”
    “Bateman,” I answer. “And if he tries it again, I’ll be ready for him.”
    My dad has no patience for where this conversation is going. He lifts his hand to shut us up, and turns to Matheson. “Are you going to tell me what the hell happened with Rocko?”
    “It’s better if you don’t ask, Solomon.”
    “No one, not even Miller, gets away with what he pulled tonight. You understand?”
    “I do. You have