Chapter 142

Silvia So why would he lie on the stand?” I asked, arms crossed so tightly over my chest I was basically hugging myself in self-defense. “He said he was drunk because it was the anniversary of his dad's death.” Alpha Enzo looked at me like I'd just asked why raccoons don't pay rent. “Lawyers,” he said with a shrug so casual it could've had its own cocktail. “They'll slap together whatever narrative tugs the most heartstrings. Dead dads, tragic childhoods, sad violin music playing in the background. Truth? That's just roadkill on the way to a ‘not guilty' verdict.” My fingers dug into the edge of the couch cushion like it was holding me to Earth. This wasn't what I expected. I thought Frank Hudson was a co-conspirator.A willing accomplice. Turns out, he was just Zack's latest chew toy in a long line of collateral damage. Great. “So Zack planned it all?” My voice barely cleared a whisper, like my vocal cords were also emotionally exhausted. Alpha Enzo studied me for a long beat, his expr