Justice For Juniper (Tatienne Richard) novel Chapter 183

Three Months Later Part I

Juniper made a grumbly face as Beni moved to take her hand and help her out of the car.

“Why are you cranky.”

“Because I didn’t want to ever see his ugly face again.”

“Technically, he’s not ugly,” Adil said. “Is he a scheming bastard? Yes. Is he ugly? No. You couldn’t be with an ugly dude, Juni. You have standards.”

“True but I still don’t want to see him.”

They were getting ready to enter the courthouse where Kyst was going to be sentenced. For the last three months, he’d been in jail pending trial, and he’d remained there once the trial was underway, which had been ongoing for the last three weeks. Then yesterday he’d been found guilty of forty–five counts of fraud for scamming of the twenty–nine different women who came forward, in the amount of three million dollars total.

“I know you don’t want to see him, but the prosecutor asked you for a victim impact statement. I feel you should do it for closure.”

“You want me to sway the judge,” she muttered as she took Phineas‘ elbow and let him escort her up the stairs.

“Yeah I do. I hope he gets life imprisonment with no chance of parole forever.”

“It doesn’t work that way Phineas,” Beni laughed at Phineas‘ diabolical laugh. “He’s likely to get two years and ordered to pay restitution.”

“I like life better.”

They entered the courthouse together and immediately Juniper saw Gonzalo talking to the prosecutor at the far end of the hall. They passed through the metal detectors, and she made her way to her father–in–law and straight into his hug.

“There’s my favorite daughter–in–law.”

“Hi Gonzalo.” She kissed his cheek.

“How are you feeling sweetie? How’s the morning sickness?”

“It’s okay.”

“Do you think you’ll be okay on the stand?”

“So long as I don’t smell eggs when I’m up there, I’m good.”

“Let’s pray the judge hasn’t eaten eggs for breakfast then,” he rubbed her head gently. He looked at Beni, Phineas, and Adil.

“Are you taking care of her every need?”

“Yes Dad.”

“The twelve–week checkup was good?”

“Yes. Everyone is thriving.” Phineas laughed at Gonzalo’s attitude. All three of their fathers joined Fermín in being incredibly overprotective of Juniper to the point all three of her husbands were constantly being questioned as to whether or not they were behaving in a manner befitting their wife. The moment they all realized they were going to be grandfathers they were overbearing, to say the least.

“You let us know if you’re feeling unwell at all,” Gonzalo insisted to her. “We’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

“I’ll be fine,” she offered reassuringly.

“Juniper?”

“Oh, my goodness,” she muttered as she pushed past them. “We just walked through a metal detector. Pretty sure Lois isn’t going to shoot me. Move.” She wedged her way past Phineas but grunted when he grabbed her arm and held her tight to his side.

“He’s parking the car.”

“I hope they throw the book at him. He’s not sorry, Lois. He has no remorse. He’s been denying encouraging the women to give him money, despite the proof the prosecutor provided. All these women testifying what he said to them, how he manipulated and coerced them and he still won’t own up to his immoral behavior. He allegedly told the courtroom, he was doing everything for his wife who wasn’t there today, but she would eventually understand he hadn’t done anything wrong. He was providing for her. He has no remorse.”

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