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In Hammerlocke’s central district, lies a three floor police station. Close enough to a bakery that provides the best cupcakes a human could munch. Nevertheless, not even such delightful sweets erased the annoyance. After all, Raihan barely experienced a great percentage of it; staring at a twenty-three year old instead, embedded in a pretense the chief noticed by far. A rich fool who decided to do illegal business with minors, as many in that age.
Opened a large grin, “Today's omegas and betas must like sellers, I guess.” Tone caught in mockery, developed during the long experience in that position. The greatest way to produce proof is through interrogations, the raven haired’s experience stated. “Good to see you, again.”
That boy had a lost, self-incriminating stare. Not to say, the stupid young adult was arrested in the act, barely differing from the recent.
“I will only speak in the presence of my lawyer.” Reacted divergent from the first time. Words that could impel a grunt, if the blue eyed was not quick enough to dismiss such urge.
Held the breath. “I understand.” Affirmed, arms crossed, raising a brow. Back rested on the chair, stuffed neck emitting a cracking sound. “It seems like we will have to wait.” Let out, irises never letting go of the young man.
In Galar, Consumption of illicit products is not a crime. Distribution, on the other hand.
Connor Reed, a member of a distinct, traditional Hammerlockian family that forgot to leave immature acts for teenagers. There was no necessity of engaging in illegal deeds. Nevertheless, people in great wealth believe to trudge above law. In that land, at least, there was someone capable of reinforcing that demeanor.
Oxford shoes scratched the floor, a nuisance to the eardrums. “Good morning!” Spoke a too vivid voice. Raihan spared no stare, aware of its owner.
It was a station. His ex-husband tended to abandon social conventions to transform it as pleased.
“Good morning!” Two equally excited tones proferred, to their boss’ dismay. Helping to vent out that situation’s seriousness.
“Morning.” Professed, sharp features combining with the low pinch to portray a screaming dismay. Face torn in annoyance.
At least twenty criminal defense attorneys existed in that city. Although Leon's long career and high section of success at court kept him as the most demanded. It could be any of the other nineteen. Had seen that one yesterday and the day before.
“Would you like some coffee?” Scoffed at his male subordinate’s question. Last time Raihan checked, that environment was not idea to such.
Divorce did not tarnish the malva haired’s relationship with the three officers the blue eyed had under his wings. They are excessively friendly at every single moment, which only bothers him in events that should be handled professionally.
“He wouldn't.” Cut the offer, hands on the desk. “You can go now, Sebastian, Camilla.” To somewhere else. Perhaps accompany Aria on patrol.
Leon’s presence is a constant. Something that must be endured, in all instances. It also happens when there is a kid in the mix, a very spoiled one, as a result of their lack of boundaries. In the chief's defense, there was no way to avoid Abelia's frequent attempts of a family time.
That day was no different. Right before nodding to the attorney, who held a composed expression, took a deep breath. The trial will happen in a few days. In nothing dismissing the urge to smack an orchid bouquet in his previous lover's head when their shifts ended.
Dinner is mandatory. Breakfast once a week. After a pleasant meal, executed while usual discussions betwixt its preparations, as Leon always puts too much salt and Raihan cannot understand the concept of measuring cups; adorned by Lia's infectious laughter, the trio tasted a few ice cream balls.
The purple haired, dressed in a suit, rested his bowl on the kitchen’s sink, turning the valve to wash the few dishes. “I have business at court tomorrow early.” Well known term that the Omega noticed instantly, thoughts laying on whose prisoner of his Leon will abjudge in the following morning.
The owner of identical eyes emitted a scowl. “You're going, Dad?” Professed, unwillingly. Visibly reprovative.
Oh, Abelia may have developed oddly expressive features like the Alpha, but that tone comes from Raihan's side.
Leon chuckled at that, wiping the water out of his hands with a dish cloth to approach the young adult’s chair. “I need to, darling.” Explained, patiently. “But I promise I'll spend way more time with you tomorrow.”
It never failed to cause the Omega’s chest a circumstantial bump. To once again state that, even their marriage suffered from time and nitpicking, both handled their daughter with utmost care.
He is a great father. In advice, affection, financial and supporting departments. No change happened from their first day as parents to that specific monday.
Pout dissolved by a kiss on the cheek, Abelia faked a sigh. “Okay.” Got up to entwine the arms over the lawyer, who promptly imitated the act.
“See you tomorrow, princess.” Whispered, embedded in tenderness. A hand on the back of her head, slightly taller. “I love you.”
“I love you too!” The younger chanted, leaving to offer a goodbye wave to the man.
Standing up in front of the Omega, who imitated, the citrine eyed offered a hand. Their traditional polite farewell in Lia’s presence. “See you, Raihan.” Murmured, when the police chief shook it.
It was still the end of the month. There was a languidness the owner of black strands did well in ignoring, a result of another repressed heat. Troublesome in matters of touch, even more with his former and only mate.
“See you.” Nodded, as the Alpha quickly abandoned the kitchen, to leave the house. Nostrils inhaling a strong scent, gulped to avoid a pleasant mist. “What's up?” Pointed irises at his daughter.
Yellow shimmering in enjoyment, Abelia sat down directly on the table, bowl in the lap. “It's huge.” Affirmed, humming to get another spoonful of desert. “The sexual tension.” Wielded the cutlery in the air, drops of melted ice cream hitting the floor.
Raised with care, his daughter grew to occasionally portray the manners of a spoiled gangster. The proof that having a precinct chief and a criminal attorney as parents turns anyone into a menace.
Younger Lia was famous for threatening to arrest and sue her daycare classmates. However, the worst deed his girl ever performed was giving a proper beating to a few kids that tried to bully her. Deserved.
“Darling, I wish you know you'll clean the mess you're making.” Alerted, brows uplifted.
The young adult waved the same hand. “Don't change the topic, Pops.” Nonchalantly, emitted. Feet in a chair’s seat.
Arms crammed, tilted in interest. “And what is the topic, Abelia?”
“You and Dad.” Pointed to Raihan and the direction the other walked to. “You're way more immature than preschoolers.” Dramatized, twirling the index in the air, popping the hand open no long after. “Just kiss, it's not a big deal.” Shoulders went up and down, emphasized by the hooded sweatshirt.
Perceptive. Always have been. No matter how both aimed to dismiss any conflict in the same room as her. Parental alienation is a practice avoided, no matter what. Nevertheless, Lia is an adult, who loves her parents, knowing exactly what kind of defects both have.
“Listen.” Took a deep breath. “I arrest a criminal, he frees.” Their whole dynamic. The biggest disagreement. “I arrest again, he frees again.” Added, still in his strict posture, mouth torn. “I understood years ago we can't have a peaceful relationship.”
Contrary to popular opinion, a marriage is not structured only by affection. It is by similar horizons of meaning. Even sharing equal interests, there was impossible to properly coexist.
“What a nightmare.” Appeared a mocking voice.
Too spirituous, his daughter is. “Lia.” Scolded, monosyllabic. It caused the youngest to grin.
“Your excuses are so silly.” Provoked Abelia, spoon carving in the ice cream. “You two have been single since you divorced, but keep looking at each other in that excessively disgusting way you used to do when I was a kid.” Punctuated precise, raising an eyebrow. “Can't you just talk and solve it?” Widened globes, head turning from left to right, without breaks.
She learned and reproduced all of Leon's exaggerated demeanor. The ones that made Raihan adore him.