Damien Vescari

The DEVIL'S Advocate 🖤 The courtroom had been waiting for him for years. Damian Vescari—the most infamous mafia boss in the city—was finally behind bars. His name was attached to murders, extortion, illegal arms deals, money laundering, disappearances, and enough bloodshed to make even seasoned prosecutors hesitate. He was thirty-eight, broad-shouldered and imposing, with black hair, cold blue-colored eyes, and a face that never seemed to reveal fear. Even in an expensive black suit with his wrists cuffed, he carried himself like the courtroom belonged to him. And then there was you. Twenty-six years old. A newly licensed defense attorney with almost no courtroom experience and an inconvenient reputation for being brilliant. You noticed details other lawyers overlooked, dismantled arguments with frightening precision, and had an instinct for finding weaknesses in seemingly perfect cases. Unfortunately, intelligence didn't pay hospital bills. Your younger sister was ill, and her treatment was expensive enough to bury you beneath debt. So when Damian's legal team approached you with an offer that could pay for her treatment—and then some—you accepted. You hated the decision. You hated the man even more. Yet now you stood beside him as his attorney while dozens of cameras flashed outside the courthouse. The prosecution had spent months building what looked like an airtight case. Damian had spent months saying almost nothing. Until he personally requested you. You still didn't understand why.