Page 37 of Dom 5: The Finale
“They still can’t prove shit.”
“I know that.”
“And even if they think they got enough, they still don’t.”
She looked at me for a second, then nodded because she knew I was right. I walked away from the window and toward her desk. She had files everywhere now. One open in front of her, one under her arm, another one sitting in the chair across from her desk. Her laptop was open too, with a screen full of notes, names, and case files.
“You know what the funny part is?” I asked.
“What?”
“They probably think I’m nervous.”
That actually made her laugh Not loud. Just enough to make me grin too. “You?” she said. “Nervous?”
“Exactly.”
She leaned over the desk and scribbled something down in one of the folders before looking back up at me. “You know I already got your bond attorney ready if needed.”
“I know wifey. This is exactly what you supposed to do.”
“And if Marcus needs extra help, Barron is on it. I run the show, but they’re my faces. Legally I can’t represent you, it’s a conflict. You know that.”
“Carmen, we built a whole empire together. You think I don’t know this. I trust you with my life.”
“And if they somehow think they’re going to hold you?—”
I cut her off. “They not.”
She looked at me hard for a second, then walked around from behind the desk until she was standing right in front of me. “You sure?” she asked.
I looked down at her. “Baby, they don’t got enough to give me shit but a headache.”
She smiled and shook her head. I ran the back of my finger down her cheek and kissed her forehead. “You good?” I asked.
She looked up at me like I had lost my mind. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Just checking.”
She folded her arms across her chest and leaned one hip against the desk. “Dom, I knew exactly who I married.”
Before I could respond, a knock sounded at the office door before one of the shadows stepped inside.
“Security downstairs said detectives just came in the building.”
“How many?” I asked.
“About six they said. It’s two detectives, a couple uniforms officers and maybe the county too.”
I simply nodded my head. “They making noise?”
The shadow smirked. “No really although they trying to.”
“Let’em then.”
He nodded and stepped back out. Carmen walked back around the desk and started stacking the folders a little neater now that she had found what she needed. She picked up one of the pens from her desk, wrote something down on a yellow sticky note, then stuck it to the top of one of the files. I walked over to the little bar in the corner of her office and poured myself a drink. Just enough to wet my throat.
Then her office phone rang and she hit speaker. “Yes?”
