Having the last word; as a lawyer we tended to want to feel the whim of winning. Wesley wasn’t the idea lawyer; he liked to have his cards straight which unfortunately meant he loved holding the last word. Or was it Angela Lopex running under his own skin. Probably. He was the secret lawyer to the cops at Wilshire. But the brunette had a tenacity to rub him the wrong way. She had spunk, she was able to hold her own. But Wesley was a lawyer at heart; which meant he had to rub thin through those buttons. He wanted the last word, as she mentioned the comment he let a hum slip through his lips. “ Nah, I like to hold my own group, besides us Lawyers learned in grade school not to trust the cops, They only look out for themselves.” A jab yes. Wesley wasn’t the average lawyer; he wasn’t all money. 

He cared less about the money; it’s why he opted to drop his own name, his mother wanted him at the best college; the best lawyer firm in the country. But Wesley he didn’t care; he wanted to help those who were deemed criminals. And yes it was part of his job and as todays man hunt spoke to him, no client could be trusted on his end. But as he got the comfort in the back of the damn shop. He noticed the condsenting expressions from the female, she made her mind up about him. Wesley wasn’t one to lay down, to stand still. Instead he was the one to speak up for himself. The shop had landed closer to the station at this point. 

Treat people like they don’t matter? Why was Angela speaking like she knew me. In high school yes; for sure, I was a dickhead but now I had grown into my own. I had control of my future. I didn’t need this women telling me who I was. As we reached the station her boot had pulled into a stop. A car, a stand up date? Confusion pulled against my features until it dawned on me. Angela Lopex her hate for me, for a lawyer at her disposal, and it made sense, I vaguely remembered that date; and I suddenly realized where I went wrong. Stepping out of the car; the male had stepped in front of her reaching for her wrist. “ I stood you up didn’t I? That’s why you hate me?” As if I had no idea if the statement was true or not. Wesley was an idiot was she the girl that helped him?

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

Wesley obviously knew how to use his words. He knew how to defend himself as a means of winning his way. As a defense lawyer he had to; he picked up on the cues for those that lied or felt truthful. He was a guy that went with his gut. And when it came to being chewed up by stuck up cops, he definitely wasn’t the man to keep his mouth shut. He goes out of his way to be on speed dial for the cops, as a favor. He was the lawyer that bailed them out. But Angela Lopez definitely had a way of ruffling his feathers. Not that Wesley hadn’t moved once, he stood his ground as his shoes paced along the familiar pavement of streets of LA. He wasn’t going to let the brunette ruffle him. Make him lose his own footing. 

“ Yet you keep yapping back to me Lopez. If you didn’t want to talk something tells you learned how to keep your mouth shut.” Desired company my ass. The way she had a smart mouth on her. The way she felt the need to hold the upper hand on our confrontation? Wesley wasn’t a fan of it; yet he was the one entraining the idea of smart mouthing her. As we arrived to her awaited shop; I caught sight of the last bit; a taser huh so that was her kink? Wesley raised a set of teasing brows simply to continue our what? Who could insult the other more banter? “ A taser, I’d hate to see the fool you can get close enough to you, although if that’s you speed to be in control, I can’t fault it.” A fool that got under her skin; was he slightly teasing the brunette possibly only to test how far he could tick her buttons now. He swore he caught sight of her boot in the car, who just kept glancing between us waiting for who was going to snap first. As I pushed myself into the back of the car, with my client who I purposely sent daggers to with my eyes. Wesley wasn't a fool he knew he was getting under her skin; and it would be interesting to see just where we’d land once back at the station. “ Is it the money? You know the name Evers and you think I’m what? A rich guy who only looks down at the less fortunate? “ It bugged him the money digs; Wesley worked his ass off to achieve his own name, to be the lawyer that was trusted; and he wasn’t going to let her own assumptions to affect his well being, To affect the type of lawyer he saw himself as. 

She didn’t know him, she was assuming and he felt his skin crawl at how ticked off he was. 

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

Wesley Evers was used to dealing with his own set of criminals, his set of words that tended to end with him having to find reason to defend the men in line or women on its rare occasions. Wesley never used his closeness with the LAPD to his own advantage, he never would cross that line. But this cop? Lopez she was stucking a nerve with him, enough to rub him the wrong way. Enough for him to bite down on the insides of his gum when he spoke, he wanted her to be scared, she had a way of making him frustrated. Not that Wesley was preparing to show his own cards. He had no intention of blackmailing her. He wasn’t a dirty lawyer; that’s how the kind of lawyer he raised himself to be. And honestly he was afraid of the dirty retorts he may be willing to make if she hadn’t made a run for it. 

Mouth shut, as a silent sigh held against is lips. Feet moved fast against the pavements. He was right on top of Lopez as her boot was now holding the arms of his suspect, his own client it was actually embarrassing that his own client didn’t trust the process, trust me to do my job, he felt the need to attempt to steal the files. As I stood impatiently besides the brunette and the skinny guy; I watched the interaction almost in disbelief the toughness, the fearless acts of the brunette; was it slightly attractive? That she never let this idiot phase her. Yeah. Wesley kept that thought to himself as the suspect was being hurled into the back of their shop I had to hold the snicker of laugher to myself. As I followed Angella down the beaten up alleyway, I had to stop myself from running straight forward to my now damp briefcase, and I had to awkwardly be the one to take the handle. Of course i didn’t care about having to buy a new one, I instantly held the back of the case to my chest as I soon lifted the damp lock and opened it, to see if all the files were on hand, and of course a relief filled my features as I noted the same count of papers. 

Wesley securely locked the case before he let the handle hit his fingers. Shirt probably smelt old water, it was enough to make you fight the urges to throw up. All that aside, the male did turn to the female with that spunk in his voice. ‘ Trust me I have no problem, I do have more than one briefcase, now I can also buy you a new attitude the one you’re wearing is less to be desired..” I echoed off in annoyance turning on my foot to head back to the streets. “ I’d say thank you but something tells me you’d spit in my face.” 

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

Wesley Evers could admit he had his bad boy streak when he was in High School, he once was considered the pep boy, the guy that knew each answer to a test like the back of his hand. Until Wesley decided he wasn’t going to let the income the wealthy family define him. His mother wanted to control him, she wanted him to follow every lead into the family business, it wasn’t the type of future Wesley wanted. In the end he decided to be reckless, he started hanging out with a tougher coward, it felt like a blur to him. It felt like a lifetime ago, he barely remembered the name of the girl he pulled a douchebag move with. He asked her out; because she was hardcore because she would piss off his mother; but in the end the thought of using a girl to bend fences with his mother made him sick to the stomach, and he showed up that night planning to come clean, at the golf and dine place but when he arrived he saw her outside, she wore this black skirt and blouse and he just he was a coward; he didn’t want to be humiliated, and beat up so he decided to drive away. 

Again that year; that night felt like a blur a lost in translation types of nights. He couldn’t even remember the girl’s name and why he picked her. Wesley wasn’t the dickhead he was then, he knew which strings to pull with a client for work, he had decided women were off the cards for him. He had his hands full with Greg obviously as he stood nearly annoyed yet stunned that his own client decided to bend rules, decided to take his briefcase that was his pride possession. And was he the fool for trusting criminals? Yes but it was the job, people got themselves into the tough situations and I tended to defend them, to stop their names from being rang through them mud. But the rookie cops moved faster than their own TOs, and I was nearly stunned at the judgeful expression from the brunette. I easily read her name, Angela Lopez it felt familiar yet I couldn’t rack my brain on how. Did we know each other? Did I get her out of sticky situation? No and No. Wesley let his jaw drop purposely as he watched the cop stand there; while her Boot went and did her job. Of course; you think you control the area; you want to sit on your ass fine by me. 

Turning to face the brunette, his jaw now clenched as he spoke. “ first of all, if you knew anything about me, I don’t care about money, Never did. Every case I worked, every choice i’ve made was on my own credits, no money involved, why don’t you get off your high horse and do your job, I could report you to Grey, but I won’t, who’s being disrespectful now.” Pausing briefly as I aired out her name almost tauntingly “ Lopez was it?”

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.