“We will get you out of there. It’s going to take a while.”
“I know.” I fully understand I am not going home today or tomorrow, for that matter. “Just make sure she’s okay.”
“Always,” my father says. “Listen to Valentino. Do whatever he tells you to do.”
“Yep.”
“Right. They will set a bail hearing, but they’ll drag it out as long as they can. It will likely be a couple of days. You’re going to have to endure all the red tape for the time being. If they try to question you when I’m not here, you’re to say one word:lawyer,” Matteo instructs.
“Okay.” I nod. “Is she out yet?”
“I’ll check.” He stands, putting the phone to his ear and talking to my father as he walks out of the room.
I’m left alone again. I don’t care how long I have to rot in a cell, as long as she doesn’t have to.
Ten minutes later, Matteo walks back in. “She went home.”
“Good.”
“It wasn’t easy to get her to leave,” he tells me.
“I could imagine.” I chuckle. She’s fiery and I know she wants to protect me as much as I want to protect her. “Did she say anything?”
“Yeah, she did.” He looks me dead in the eye. “She said they can’t use anything she said about you as testimony because she’s your wife.”
My eyes widen. “She’s what now?”
“Smart girl, that one. But the marital clause applies to court testimony, not police questioning.”
“What happens when they find out she lied?” I ask him.
“They’ll bring her back in. Question her again. She was there, as a witness. They will use her against you. She either lies on the stand or tells the truth.”
“You can’t let her take that stand. Waive my right to a trial,” I tell him.
“The law doesn’t work that way, Emilio. They’re going to process you. I’ll come see you in the morning. Try not to kill anyone else in the meantime.”
“Can’t make promises.” I smirk.
Matteo shakes his head and stands. I watch him walk out.
Fucking Frankie. They’re going to go harder on her when they find out she lied about being my wife.
Chapter Thirty
How did this happen? Because of me. The only reason we were in that lecture hall was because of me. I fucked up. I should have stayed home. Now, Emilio is locked behind bars for a murder I committed.
I tried to tell the police it was me. They didn’t believe me, insisted I was covering for Emilio. They were running the prints on the knife. Some of mine will still probably be on it. How clean could Emilio possibly have gotten it? I have no idea.
All I know is that I need to get him out of there. No way is he doing time for a murder I committed.
When the lawyers walk into Tío E’s office, I stand. I was brought back here after my dad collected me from the police station.
“Is he coming home?” I know it’s a stupid question.
“Not yet,” Mr. Valentino says. “But we need to talk.”
“About?”