"Justice finally served," Mason murmured when he stood up, his voice smooth and deceptively warm as he watched the guards lead Clement, Josephine, and Sabrina out through the side doors.
Around them, the courtroom was in a chaotic symphony of cheers, sighs of relief, and jubilation.
But Mason's mind was already moving on to the next phase. As he observed his surroundings, he made a mental note to ensure the trio was properly "taken care of."
He knew Noah would likely handle the details personally—accidents were a common currency in state penitentiaries—but Mason couldn't afford any loose ends.
If Gianna ever discovered that the Becketts had played their own fast, dirty game behind her back, in Esme's matter, the fallout would be catastrophic.
Turning to the woman of the hour, Mason slid his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a daring side hug.
"Congratulations Gia…"
