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ISBN: 9781310523113
Title: Defending Pacer
Author: TJ Hamilton
Publisher: Smashwords, Inc.
© 2015 by TJ Hamilton
Australian Copyright 2015
New Zealand Copyright 2015
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.
- Friedrich Nietzsche
PROLOGUE
Known gang member from the Legano family, Paciano (Pacer) Fratelli, has been charged with the murder of Simon P Collins, son of wealthy mining magnate, Ian Collins.
A police tactical response unit stormed the property of Fratelli in an elaborate raid on his Vaucluse house during the early hours of the morning. Tactical police were unaware that Fratelli had already handed himself into Metro police station at the time of the raid.
The dismembered body of Collins was found on a blazing boat on Sydney Harbour last year. It is believed that Fratelli was the owner of the vessel.
Michael Hangcock from Hangcock and Sons law firm has confirmed that he is no longer representing Fratelli. A representative from Newcombe, Debbs and Associates has confirmed that they will make a statement later today.
A source from the Legano family has said they are confident that this matter will be resolved soon.
CHAPTER ONE
I check my watch for the sixth time since sitting in here. I’m waiting as patiently as possible, for someone with a murder charge hanging over his head.
4:48 p.m.
This hot shot from my new law firm is almost twenty minutes late for our meeting.
Some fucking hot shot.
I look around the beige walls of the boring waiting-room, and almost feel tempted to pick up a National Geographic magazine from the pile, but a hot little blonde opens the double doors.
Things are looking up.
So, hot shot barrister has a hot secretary, does he? I bet he fucks her on his desk … and why wouldn’t he? She’s sex on legs.
“Mr Fratelli, please come in.” Her pouty little cock-sucking lips speak to me, and I can’t stop staring at them.
I’m lost in the thoughts of them wrapped around my dick for a moment. I shake out of the daydream and follow her through to hot shot’s office. A wide glass desk holds a computer and some pens.
I bet you bend her over your desk, rip her tight skirt up those long thighs and smack that sweet ass as you bury yourself deep inside her … don’t you hot shot.
Her ass shifts from side to side as her brown skirt catches against her cheeks when she walks. A boring brown outfit with golden blonde hair … You’re just like a honeybee, and I’ve got plenty of pollen for you to suck, my little harvester.
Brown skirt, humph. You don’t fool me honeybee. You may dress boring but I bet you’re a fucking firecracker in the sack.
I have the urge to just pull at her soft blonde bun to let her hair fall down her shoulders; I want to see the kinky girl behind that boring hair and boring brown skirt. I know she’s in there … they always are.
She stops and stands in front of Hot Shot’s open office door. “Right this way, Mr Fratelli. Please, take a seat.”
She waves her hand out like one of those models in a game show.
I take my coat off, but leave my gloves on. I always leave my gloves on.
“I have to apologize first of all for being late,” she says, as she follows me into the office, closing the door behind her.
I turn to hand my coat to hot shot’s secretary but she’s followed me into the room.
Wait? What?
“I’ve only just received your case file from the DPP. There’s a lot to go over today.” She shimmies around to the other side of the desk and sits in the hot shot’s seat.
This blonde little honeybee is my new hot shot barrister? I take a seat in front of her, just as my knees threaten to give out, all the while thinking about giving her a hot shot of my own.
“I have to say, Mr Fratelli, these crime scene photos are very graphic, and extremely incriminating. They took me a little by surprise this morning.”
She adjusts her skirt when she sits and I wonder what colour panties she’s wearing.
Did those photos make you uncomfortable honeybee?
I have more. I smile at my handiwork in the pictures.
She opens her mouth to speak, but I interrupt her. “It’s Pacer.”
“Pardon?” she says bluntly.
“Call me Pacer, or Pace. Mr Fratelli is my father, and he died years ago.”
She shifts again and her leather chair makes a squeak under her tight ass. “I’m sorry to hear about your father, Pacer.” Her words are about as sincere as her deadpan stare. “Now, you understand that these charges are very serious.” She flicks through the thick file in front of her. I watch her pick up her reading glasses from the desk, and she rests them delicately on her petite nose. “I see that Mr Legano has posted your million-dollar bail. The crown prosecution and Victims of Crime association have both filed an immediate appeal against your release, so we will have to act fast to convince the magistrate that you’re not a threat to the community.”
I smile again. I can’t hide it. I’m not a threat to the community, but I may be a threat to you, honeybee.
“I probably should introduce myself. I’m Chelsea Tanner, associate barrister here at Newcombe, Debbs and Associates. I’ll be handling your case, obviously.” She doesn’t crack a smile as she takes out a voice recorder and places it in front of me. “So what can you tell me about the incident, Pacer?” She looks up at me and her blue eyes make the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention.
I almost laugh out loud because she’s so fucking beautiful. Keep your cool, Pace.
Leaning back in my chair as calmly as possible, I smirk. I love messing with this girl already. “So you know what I do for work, right?”
She bites on the end of her pen as I speak, and now I’m imagining my cock in her mouth again. She takes the pen from her mouth thank fuck, because I can feel my cock starting to thump against my jeans as it fills up. I should’ve worn pants like I usually do.
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