2 Brooklyn James Read Online Free Page A
Author: Brooklyn James
metacognition, a mental ability only previously documented in humans, and some primates. Metacognition is ‘knowing about knowing.’ Awareness, common sense, problem solving.” She approaches Manny, once again deliberately eyeing his spider web tattoo. “You put a rat and a spider in a maze, the spider waits patiently in a corner, building a web purposely to catch a prey unexpectedly as it happens by. Sneaky, deceptive little spider.” She winks at him.
“Objection!” the defense reprises.
The judge clears his throat, snapping to attention. “Ms. Castille, either get to your point, or move on.”
She nods affirmatively. “The rat will move swiftly from corner to corner, sniffing and searching his way through until he is finally released from the restrictive confines of the maze, where awaiting him on the other end is his reward, a big fat tasty piece of cheese. So you see, Mr. Briggs, instead of sitting in wait, conniving and deceiving, maybe you should have taken a few notes from the rat,” she gestures to ‘Tommy Boy’ Fontaine sitting in the back of the courtroom.
The defense attorney hastens his glare accusingly at the judge, his hands airborne at shoulder level.
“The jury will kindly disregard the prosecutions rat and spider commentary. Ms. Castille…” the judge begins.
Brianna intrudes, quickly finishing her discourse, “While Mr. Fontaine remains in the outside world chewing on his big fat tasty piece of cheese…maybe a nice Gouda.” A muffled round of chuckling is heard throughout the courtroom. She smiles at Manny. “Like the spider in the maze, you’ll be sitting in the corner of some prison block.” She turns her back to the witness stand promptly addressing the judge. “No further questions, Your Honor.”
The judge shakes his head, eyeing the riled crowd, tapping his gavel effectively hushing them.
“You’ll get yours, lawyer lady. You and the rat,” Manny threatens in a low voice.
Brianna spins around toward him. “What was that, Mr. Briggs?” She leans over the witness railing placing herself closer to him, making a show of offering her ear.
He says nothing, simply eyes her menacingly.
She smirks, referencing their previous conversation about tattoos. “What’s the matter, Mr. Briggs? ‘Sweet little kitty cat’ got your tongue?”
Gina’s eyes mirror those of the man in the witness chair as her memory fades, releasing her back to the present. The prison gates of the Louisiana State Penitentiary are now in view. Aubrey pulls the earpieces of her MP3 player from her ears at the sight. She taps on the back of her seat, alerting Emily.
Emily jerks her head up from its resting position, abruptly relieved of her meditation, coming into full awareness of her surroundings, amped and ready. She and Aubrey share glances in Gina’s direction, both curious as to how she will handle coming face to face with the men who raped her and left her for dead, after killing her husband and her son.
Gina does not acknowledge their inquiring gazes, as she, too, is indecisive about how she will handle their presence. Logically, she understands she should stick to the plan and stay calm, sane. But will she be able to remain lucid looking into the eyes of Manny Briggs and ‘G-Lo’ Tulane, when instinctively every fiber of her being seems stretched to its limit with sheer madness, her only release instant and complete retribution?
Emily leans forward toward Gina’s seat, uncharacteristically supportive in her demeanor. “Just get them off the property, Gina. Then they’re all yours,” she promises, her voice low and smoldering.
CHAPTER 3
E mily Truly whips her 1969 black Mach 1 Mustang into the underground garage at the back of the compound nestled in the foothills of the rugged mountainous terrain. The metal door barricading her in and all trespassers out, automatically engages. Her thumbprint identified, the wall swiftly separates, allowing her access to the basement craftily
“Objection!” the defense reprises.
The judge clears his throat, snapping to attention. “Ms. Castille, either get to your point, or move on.”
She nods affirmatively. “The rat will move swiftly from corner to corner, sniffing and searching his way through until he is finally released from the restrictive confines of the maze, where awaiting him on the other end is his reward, a big fat tasty piece of cheese. So you see, Mr. Briggs, instead of sitting in wait, conniving and deceiving, maybe you should have taken a few notes from the rat,” she gestures to ‘Tommy Boy’ Fontaine sitting in the back of the courtroom.
The defense attorney hastens his glare accusingly at the judge, his hands airborne at shoulder level.
“The jury will kindly disregard the prosecutions rat and spider commentary. Ms. Castille…” the judge begins.
Brianna intrudes, quickly finishing her discourse, “While Mr. Fontaine remains in the outside world chewing on his big fat tasty piece of cheese…maybe a nice Gouda.” A muffled round of chuckling is heard throughout the courtroom. She smiles at Manny. “Like the spider in the maze, you’ll be sitting in the corner of some prison block.” She turns her back to the witness stand promptly addressing the judge. “No further questions, Your Honor.”
The judge shakes his head, eyeing the riled crowd, tapping his gavel effectively hushing them.
“You’ll get yours, lawyer lady. You and the rat,” Manny threatens in a low voice.
Brianna spins around toward him. “What was that, Mr. Briggs?” She leans over the witness railing placing herself closer to him, making a show of offering her ear.
He says nothing, simply eyes her menacingly.
She smirks, referencing their previous conversation about tattoos. “What’s the matter, Mr. Briggs? ‘Sweet little kitty cat’ got your tongue?”
Gina’s eyes mirror those of the man in the witness chair as her memory fades, releasing her back to the present. The prison gates of the Louisiana State Penitentiary are now in view. Aubrey pulls the earpieces of her MP3 player from her ears at the sight. She taps on the back of her seat, alerting Emily.
Emily jerks her head up from its resting position, abruptly relieved of her meditation, coming into full awareness of her surroundings, amped and ready. She and Aubrey share glances in Gina’s direction, both curious as to how she will handle coming face to face with the men who raped her and left her for dead, after killing her husband and her son.
Gina does not acknowledge their inquiring gazes, as she, too, is indecisive about how she will handle their presence. Logically, she understands she should stick to the plan and stay calm, sane. But will she be able to remain lucid looking into the eyes of Manny Briggs and ‘G-Lo’ Tulane, when instinctively every fiber of her being seems stretched to its limit with sheer madness, her only release instant and complete retribution?
Emily leans forward toward Gina’s seat, uncharacteristically supportive in her demeanor. “Just get them off the property, Gina. Then they’re all yours,” she promises, her voice low and smoldering.
CHAPTER 3
E mily Truly whips her 1969 black Mach 1 Mustang into the underground garage at the back of the compound nestled in the foothills of the rugged mountainous terrain. The metal door barricading her in and all trespassers out, automatically engages. Her thumbprint identified, the wall swiftly separates, allowing her access to the basement craftily