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Wesley was pleasantly surprised to hear that Angel was aiming high hopes for him. It took every ounce of Wesley not to grin from ear to ear. The girl he had once hurt by an action he found he wasn’t proud of. To a miracle we ended up in the same area Wilshire. And our odds well my odds were working in my favor. As I nodded avoiding the cocky feeling I felt in my stomach now. “ You have high hopes for me huh?” I added as the bartender had placed my beer in front of me. Palm slipping around the cold bottle before I brought the tip innocently to my lips. Within a minute the male had moved to one of the empty tables. 

He wasn’t the teen that Angela once knew him as; he was an adult; and he wanted to build his career on its own merits. Meaning the specialty to this very place; it was the place he got the call. The place he became a lawyer on his own; without the evers name; without the appealing of his mother; and he knew he sucked her a new one. And hearing Angela talk; he impressed her as she shared her own story. Of wanting to stick a new one to her parents; and now she was this incredible cop; people like me feared. And I lowered my beer to the table as I Said. “ To us sticking it to our families looks like we have one thing in common..” Hopeful more the optimism in him screamed; as he picked the beer up in order to click with her own. “ To overcoming the expectations of us, I’ve seen you on the job, I know you’d be a great detective if the opportunity comes up.” 

I believed in Angela even if she held no belief in me right now; A night to breathe; to get to know each other was in order for us.

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.

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Wesley was attempting to play his cards right. He was trying not to end on the receiving end of Angela, he had the feeling if he made one small move she might actually taser him. And no this wasn’t him being afraid of her; she was intimidating for sure. But she was clever, she was a badass someone he wanted the opportunity to get to know. All that to say; the male stood his ground with the dart flew from his grasp. A smirk formed on the corners of his lips. “ I’m betting on you being good at darts. I was trying to be nice here.” he echoed as he stepped to the side making a wave to the bartender. It was a slow night; meaning the man behind the bar came forward as he ordered that beer for Angela. 

This place; was the first bar he sat in after he got his job at the firm. And it meant a lot to him. And he knew it wasn’t rich and fancy for any means; but he cared about helping those small businesses in the city. Like the firm he worked for. As Angela said her name; a hum left his lips. “ Angela it is. I promise I won’t give you a reason to put me on my ass tonight.” He said as he brought his drink to his lips taking a small sip. Letting the liquid to drown down his throat before he glanced to the brunette. Of course why here? This bar was nice and quiet and of course Wesley had his own notions for it. But he pulled his shoulders into a shrug. “ because it’s a place my mother would never step foot in.” I aired out it was true; the mother who wanted to control my every move; throw money into my career and my family name. And Wesley was his own man. “ But for real it was the first bar I sat in when I got the news of my lawyer firm I’m at. So I like to spend my time here.” I had meaning substance if you may; but I wasn’t open I told Angela because I did want her to trust me and throw a benefit of the doubt in my direction if she could. 

“ What made you be a cop? “ I asked as a surface question the whole peel the pages back to get to know who you were with on a date; assuming this was a date I mean..

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.

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Wesley wasn’t proud of the man he was in High School. He felt like he was fighting his own demons. He was trying so hard to fit in, trying to go against the boy his mom wanted or expected of him. He was clearly an idiot, blinded to an badass girl who thought highly of him. Wesley could stand here and pick apart himself; he could apologize until he was blue in the face. But he was a lawyer at heart, which meant he was a man of action, he owned up to his mistakes. 

Angela; years ago he wasn’t worthy of that potential. But tonight was about rebranding himself; he was still cocky yes, confident but he also had a humorous side, that made dry jokes, that could feel the bones in his body loosen up. But he needed Angela to throw him a bone, give him that benefit of the doubt even if she felt he didn’t deserve it. Did he expect her to show up? Honestly it felt like a good toss up each second that ticked by. He was at the darts, his hand on aim as he threw the dart in the air and hit right outside the lines. Wesley rarely ever found himself entertaining the bar games but he was passing time to not feel like an idiot. But when he heard the door ring his head quickly turned around as if it whipped and caught sight of her. Curly locks, the dress she was beautiful. And he knew what he missed out on years ago, but this was a second chance. 

Gripping hold of the dart, he eyed the brunette with ease, he was nervous not that the male could show it. Here we go; the taser, what a shame it wouldn’t collide with my balls tonight, because I was a man of my word. Tilting my head towards the dart board. “ Perhaps if you beat me at a game of darts, I’ll still allow you to taser me..” I paused as I nodded to the guy behind the bar. “ What drink can I get you Angela? Or Lopez? Are we officially off the formality?” I asked more so to be cute; but if she really needed to settle the dust she could taser me by all means. 

I kinda owed her right?

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.

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Wesley was painfully aware that he had made mistakes. Pointedly in high school; he had the money; he had the friends in the moment he had messed up with Angela. He stood her up and although that night he felt guilty about it. But now he just wanted to redeem himself. Wesley wasn’t a player far from it. He wanted to make a name for himself. He didn’t want his mother waving her bills to land him a client; or a date. He worked his ass off on his own merits. And Angela he wanted to prove her wrong. 

It was clear the brunette expected the worse in him; grant it he had no idea if she’d show up tonight. He was walking into this date completely blind. That night when he had stepped into his shoe box apartment; he had a clear vision in mind. Wesley had worn jeans and nice shirt; a navy blue one it felt like a decent color to wear. Plus it was dark enough therefore if Angela decided to toss a drink on me it would absorb.Wesley was expecting the worse case scenario in his head. He was ready; and he slipped into his sneakers the best dress up he was gonna play tonight. And he hopped right into his car; and made his way down to the dive bar he hung out. It felt causal enough; and he loved the dart games at the bar. He had parked and made his way inside the place. It was fairly busy when he ordered himself a beer, and made his way to one of the dart boards. The hooks in hand as he kept an even eye on the door. Was she going to show? Or deliver the ultimate payback for years ago? 

Wesley was the poor fool this time; waiting to be stood up or if the girl gave a chance; it was a toss up.

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.

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Wesley Evers was aware of himself, the mistakes he obviously pulled in high school. He wasn’t proud of how he stood Angela up. He always prided himself of stepping out of the Evers name. He didn’t want to make his future on the name. He earned every penny he had, but how he treated Angela in High school when she only showed him kindness when it came to helping him with his car that day, he was a jerk. All the despise she felt for him was earned. All that to say; Wesley believed in the second chances. And with some twisting of the arm, and a heated threat. Angela seemingly agreed to meet him for a drink tonight. He felt the knots in his stomach when he turned. Wesley knew the station like the back of his hand. He often visited for work, met his clients in the interrogation rooms. He had business at the station, So when he turned he kept the reminder of being tasered tonight if he didn’t show up. He had the feeling Angela would hunt him down and taser him in the balls, to get her point across. It should be terrifying to Wesley, but it wasn’t. Because he liked her feisty nature, he liked her fight and it was hot to hear those threats from her mouth. As if he had a skip in his step; the male held his briefcase in hand as he exited the swinging doors. 

Once he got to his car; he did make his way to the main office his firm worked in. Wesley didn’t care about money; it was the sole reason why he rarely saw his mother. She wanted to fend the money the wealth onto him. But he was persistent on making a name for himself. All that to say; he worked in a brick building, the marble shutters on the windows, it was decent. He made his way into the moving doors and up to his office. He had a few meetings before he’d go home and get ready. He wasn’t going to wear the suit he wore down, that would deem too much pressure, and I wanted the evening to be causal, to be more intimate, find a footing with each other. As he noted his name on the door; he made his way inside. He just hoped Angela didn’t try to beat the crap out of 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.

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Wesley Evers was a man of honor. He had morals despite his own questionable decisions. And a teen Wesley was kicking himself now noting the girl he let slip through his fingers. Noting that he was the idiot. He allowed the influence of his friends back then, along with his own judgements towards his mother; needing to hold control of his own future. He never wanted to be known as her son; the lawyer; he had to make a known name for himself. And now as he tried to wrap his own head around Angela; our little history he was trying to hold amends. He was trying to make  it right. He was honest; and if that got him tasered in the end so be it. He said the words with purpose. 

An honest for real intending to show up that night at 7 even if Angela stood him up. He wouldn’t hold it against her; he stood her up. He made the mistake and now he did want to hold himself accountable and make amends. Even if she wanted him dead. Angela was a fuel challenge, she didn’t care who I was, or the evers name which was a turn on for me. But I also didn’t trust she’d show up that night; but if I ended up the idiot at the bar so be it. The male was slowly backing up towards the exit doors when he heard her tone. “ Crystal clear Lopez.” He echoed out the words with teasing but also honesty. And Wesley knew if he remotely stood her up he’d be the man left for dead. And he vowed to himself to not disappear. He echoed his next words with ease. “ Wear something nice, I aim to impress.” He aired out as he turned on his heel and he pushed through the doors. Outside the station and he was worn in a suit. He was one to get to his car; his clients on edge; rightfully so. But tonight was all hers; he wasn’t going to die an dishonest man. Once he was behind the wheel he did a fist pump because he won her over; enough to say yes.. For now…

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.

[idefendthecrimes]

Wesley Evers was a lawyer at heart which meant he definitely enjoyed the last word. It part of his job, a creature of habit as they say. But Wesley had a heart; he felt guilty for what he did to Angela in their younger immature selfs. Wesley had pride; he never wanted to be the person to intentionally hurt someone; or to be like his mother who waved money as a means of escaping a situation. Back in the day he vaguely remembered the car breaking down; but he saw her; the high pony, the way she tried to come off as a complete badass which Angela Lopez was. But Wesley was the coward who stupidly stood her up; and now our paths have crossed timely too. And Was Wesley only asking to make his amends? To make it right in his conscious to buy a drink? Yes and no. But he supposed if he answered honestly it would opt the brunette to actually toss his ass into a cell or taser him and his ass would fall to the ground. 

But would that satisfied her? Honestly at this range the male had no idea what answer made it safe. But Wesley was a betting guy; and he liked her spunk, he liked the power she had over him. Which is what had him being an honest man now. “ Both, truthfully.” And he raised his hands in defense kinda afraid shaking in his shiny shoes what Angela may do to him. He noted her boot eyeing us as he finished up with my client. “ I want to make it right, I do feel guilty for hurting you, it’s obvious you had a thing for me back in the day.” Pausing to clarify now.” But that’s not why I’m asking you for a drink. You bring out a challenge in me Lopez, you don’t care that I come from money; you despise that part of me. In the total amount of arguing me did out on the streets I felt myself; without my mother looking over my shoulder. I want to take you out for a drink because I desire to. Not to repay a debt from years ago.” And even now I was terrified she might taser me still; but Wesley was prepared to step back or to fall to the ground in any moment. He noticed her Boot wore a smirk; had I given a decent Speech? It was true; Wesley felt alive near her; like he had met his own match. With his hand still in the air. ‘ Think it over, and if you do decide to meet me for a drink I’ll see you at the bar down the road. Off Miller. The green lights.” A decent local bar I found.. “ And if you don’t we can go to only interacting when we have to, after all your people do need a lot of favors.” Favors I lost a tone of sleep over. 

But Wesley made a name for himself not just the Evers name. And Angela; she brought tension but made him alive in ways he’s never known.

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.

[idefendthecrimes]

Wesley wasn’t proud of the person he was in High School. He had a the grades; he was brilliant but when it came to dating, he wore a mask. He pretended to scrape by in the dating field. He hardly remembered the faces of the girls who flirted with him based on the Evers name. The big money; the Law firm under his family’s name. Wesley wasn’t the wealth; he paid for his apartment now; he was in the commons, he didn’t want the money his mother constantly kept throwing his way. 

Angela was pissed, she could barely look him in the eye. And Wesley was the idiot. He had no reconciliation of who she was; a history that was faint but enough to leave an imprint on her. To leave a mark of hurt in dispeer. A class act, now he felt shameful towards himself. He was the idiot that didn’t put two and two together. Wesley was smart; but obviously he lack the brain cells to scream at him that Angela Lopez wasn’t just a cop to him, she was a girl who helped him out of a jam in High School. His old car broke down, he felt embarrassment but she lifted the hood and within minutes she was working to restart his car. He now remembered being impressed, she was feisty, she was able to handle her own. She wasn’t like the other girls he went out with. It all clicked off in his head; and he did feel remorseful, he felt guilty and meant it in a apologetic manner when he said the words. Not that it mattered to Angela because she told him to wait for his client to be booked, which forced his hand. He waited exactly 3 minutes before he walked himself through the swinging doors. Into the station; pathways he’s walked a thousand times, but he felt like he was on eggshells, he felt like he was the biggest fool. To not see the death stares; the daggers she sent his way. 

And now he wanted to make up for his mistake; it was a turn on to see how much she disliked him; she wasn’t afraid to put him in his place; it was refreshing. As he lingered in the area where her boot was booking his client; he had edged himself forward to where the brunette stood; near the counter he aired out the words that stuck on him. “ I’m sorry if this is years too late. But I want to make it up to you Lopez, I’m not the money hungry idiot you think I am. Let me take you out for a drink after shift.” And now he expected her to spit in his face; to be the one to swat him in the chest; or even drag his ass into a cell to prove a point. 

But he hoped his charming grin helped him as he wore those light hues of his. “ I promise to show up this time.” Heated; tension yet perhaps this banter; the heat of hatred is what drove you insane.

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.

[idefendthecrimes]

Wesley Evers the defense lawyer; he was an open book to the station; his number was the one anyone calls when they find themselves inside a jam. And Wesley was happy to help; he made a name for himself besides the wealth; the names that looped through his own head when it came to the consequences of what his mother wanted him to be. Wesley never cared about money; he wanted to pave his own path. He wanted to believe in the innocence. But this cop she was barking up the wrong damn tree. Angela her mind was made up about him. She decided the second I asked for help that she hated me. But it felt personal? I had no idea why. I knew I made mistakes in the past. 

Wesley knew the reputation he could’ve held, his young ages; a days worth of events he never felt proud of. But now? He had no idea what angle Angela was playing at. High School? A date I stood her up? Brows pushed together in confusion now. The male let his hand linger on her wrist not forcefully but in a tender manner. If she wanted to punch him she could? Taser him? She could. Angela was a free willed sprit, and I’d suck it up. Standing glued to my spot, she told me points for me? I stood her up? I used her? I had no idea of this event. I dated girls; but I had no idea what date Angela was referring to now. His loosen his grip and dropped his hand down to his side. 

“ I stood you up? I used you? What do you mean? You’re pretty and I definitely wouldn’t of forgotten your face Lopez, if I did hurt you I’m sorry.” An automatic response. He could feel Jackson’s eyes on us; the tension that loomed in the air now. And Wesley swallowed thickly as he tried to mend the apparent broken fences. He was clueless a dick apparently he aired more to himself than her. And he paused as he backed up against the pavement allowing Angela to move away from him. A vague memory of the car stopping and she helped me, a brunette girl; a tank top and jeans, and it all sort of clicked in his mind. “ It was you, you fixed my car. I’m sorry..” An apologetic response he doubted mattered; a past that was left haunting him now. A fuck up; but Wesley wasn’t that guy not anymore, he stood defenseless as he watched the female and her boot head inside; the swinging doors on full display.

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.

[idefendthecrimes]

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.

[idefendthecrimes]

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.

[idefendthecrimes]

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.

[idefendthecrimes]

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.

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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.