Meddling prosecutor

Chapter 123: Meddling prosecutor

SMITH COLE

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I sat in my room, my fingers tapping against the desk. Emily stood in front of me, her hands shaking, she looked so pathetic.

"Tell me, Emily," I said, my voice low but laced with unmistakable displeasure. "Why do I even bother with you?"

She opened her mouth, then closed it, struggling to form an answer. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly and shook my head.

"You promised me results," I continued. "You swore you’d keep Ethan distracted, feed me information, and what have you done? Nothing."

"I…I tried," she stammered. "But he's always a step ahead. He…"

I slammed my hand against the desk, making her flinch. "Excuses bore me, Emily."

She swallowed hard. "Please, just give me another chance. I…"

"You don't have a choice." I leaned forward, my gaze piercing into hers. "Because I have something you want."

I pulled out my phone and tapped the screen. A second later, a picture appeared—Nathan, sitting in a dark room, looking afraid. Emily let out a strangled gasp, her body swaying as if she might collapse.

"No…no, you wouldn't…"

"Oh, I would." My lips curled into a smirk. "And I just did. Your son is in my custody, Emily. And he’ll stay there until you get me what I want."

Tears welled in her eyes, her breath coming out in small gasps. "Please… he's also your son."

"My son? He's a bastard. You better move fast," I said coldly. "I want something on Ethan. Something solid. I need to know what he knows."

Emily nodded frantically. "I…I'll do it. Just…just don't hurt him, please."

"That depends on you," I said simply.

She turned and bolted out of the room, her sobs barely contained.

Pathetic.

Later that evening, I sat in my office, surrounded by men who knew how to get things done. Politicians, businessmen, men with influence. They all had their own interests, but at the end of the day, they answered only to me.

"We need to secure the next shipment," Senator Caldwell said, adjusting his tie. "The last one almost got compromised."

I gave him a cold look. "Almost isn’t good enough. I want guarantees."

"The police are watching too closely," another man chimed in. "We need a distraction."

I smirked. "I think I have one in mind."

Plans were set, deals were made, and as the meeting came to an end. A slow smile spread across my face as I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms behind my head. Everything was under my control and it would always be.

Few days later, my phone buzzed on my desk. The name on the screen made my jaw tighten. It was Detective Harris, the detective that closed my ex-wife’s case. If he was calling me directly, something was wrong.

I took a slow breath before answering. "Detective."

There was a hesitation on the other end before Harris spoke. "We have a situation, Mr. Cole."

I swirled the whiskey in my glass, keeping my voice even. "Enlighten me."

"It's about your late wife."

A sharp, cold weight settled in my chest. "What about her?" I asked, my tone clipped.

"Her attorney just filed a motion to reopen her case." He responded.

I gripped my glass so tightly I thought it might shatter. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"The request came through this morning," Harris continued. "It seems your wife's attorney has been in possession of certain—documents. And now, with some new evidence from an outside source, they're pushing to reexamine the circumstances of her death."

New evidence?

An outside source? Who the hell was that?

I didn’t need to guess who was behind this. Ethan fucking Blake.

I forced myself to remain calm, pressing my fingers against my temple. "You're going to make sure this motion doesn’t get anywhere, Harris. You understand me?"

There was another pause before the detective sighed. "It's not that simple, Smith. The attorney has leverage, and if we push too hard, it could raise suspicion. If you want this buried, you'll need to handle it yourself."

I exhaled slowly. "You're useless."

Harris didn't bother defending himself. He knew better. I ended the call without another word, my mind racing.

Ethan was overstepping and it was time I confronted him.

I drove to his law firm in anger. The moment I stepped into the building, the receptionist’s eyes widened, but she didn't dare stop me as I stormed toward Ethan’s office.

The door burst open as I shoved it, slamming against the wall.

Ethan was seated behind his desk, calm as ever, his phone in his hand. His eyes looked up to me, completely unfazed.

I warned him against digging his grave and he laughed it off like I was bluffing. I smirked as I got back to my car, he had no idea who he was dealing with.

When I arrived home, I wasn't surprised to see Emily standing outside my house, her arms wrapped around herself, her face pale and worn.

She straightened when she saw me, her lips pressed into a firm line. "I did what you asked."

I arched my brow. "That was fast."

She nodded and pulled something from her pocket—a small receiver. "I planted a bug on Ethan’s phone when he got beaten and passed out."

She extended the receiver toward me. "He's probably talking right now. Listen for yourself."

I took the device from her and examined it.

"Where's Nathan now?" She asked, her gaze flickering around.

"Safe," I responded with a smirk.

"Now, please, can you let us go since I've done my part." She asked, her gaze lowered.

I considered her for a moment, then waved her off. "Get out of my sight."

She hesitated as if she wanted to say more but thought better of it. With one last glance, she turned and disappeared into the night.

I stepped inside, closing the door behind me, and immediately switched on the receiver.

Static. Then—

"You don't have to trust me," Ethan's voice came through, low but clear. "But we both know Smith is behind something bigger.”

“The safe word 'Erevos' means something, John. And I think it connects back to Martha."

I stiffened.

My mind raced.

Erevos.

What did that mean? And how did they know that meddling prosecutor, Martha?

I clenched my jaw, my grip tightening around the receiver. If I wanted to keep my empire intact, I needed to get rid of Ethan before he gets ruins all my hardwork.