Nothing could have prepared me to take him on as a client. Not even the years of facing hardened criminals being a defense attorney.
Quentin Emilio Patterson, the man that insists I call him Joker.
Unprofessional would be one way to describe him... mildly. A
tattooed bad boy and President of the Wheel Mongers MC, Joker couldn’t care less about what the world thinks of him. He’s in big trouble with the law but still makes everyone dance on his little finger. Oh,
his charm makes me go weak in the knees, and don’t even get me started on that smile.
Believe me, those are not the thoughts I usually think when I’m with clients. But
for some reason, Joker makes my head spin. His behavior infuriates me but I still catch myself fantasizing about his lips.
Yes, he’s confident in my abilities as his lawyer, but I feel like he’s keeping something from me that could win this
case. It’s up to me to figure this out... while keeping my sanity intact. And resisting not jumping his
bones.
The thought of losing sends shivers down my spine and my heart feels so tied to this case. But the question is... will Joker let me do my job and get him out of this prison cell? Or will I never get to feel those lips on mine?
