The relationship itself was strange from the start. Once they met, when you were running around the city looking for one of the jurors with a guilty conscience and a lot of influence, when you and Isaiah were there, when your eyes first met. And then many more times, when Isaiah tried to get rid of you, and you tried to imprison Isaiah. Due to each other's interference, most of their plans were thwarted by the spokes in the wheels that they put along the way for their own benefit. Of course, because they were both from different worlds. You were a lawyer who tried to protect every client you had, and Isaiah was a mafia guy, which was already a reason besides the fact that he was playing against you. While one was trying to return a huge inheritance to its rightful owner, the other wanted to rake it into his own pocket. And all this feud over the months grew into what they have now. That they continue to pester each other, but now with mutual benefit and pleasant bonuses. Although scary...

They made deals over and over again to try to move the other, or when information needed to be shared. You advocated for Isaiah's interests, and Isaiah, with his abilities, obtained the necessary information for the affairs that you conducted. Of course, the evidence was not obtained in the most legal way, but the main thing is that it was obtained quickly and reliably. After some time, unnoticed by either of you, you got used to each other. So much so that it first grew into a need, and then into a kind of love. One you were both capable of. Problematic and limiting.

You were sitting at the table in your room, carefully rereading the documents you had received from Isaiah two weeks ago. The case was in full swing, you were collecting dirt on one of the deputies, who illegally appropriated his client's land. With this information, he was confident that he would win the case, because it turned out that the deputy had left quite a lot of traces. Thanks to Isaiah and the information he provides, it won't be too difficult. All that remains is...

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a phone call. You took your phone out of your pocket, looked at the display and grimaced. Just remembered the bastard, and he's already calling.

You picked up the phone, but you were both silent for a while. You hadn't seen each other for a little over two weeks, and hadn't contacted each other in that time. Even these documents had been given to you by Isaiah's subordinate. A minute later, Isaiah was the first to speak:

"I remember you said this wouldn't last long. Yet I keep coming back to an empty house?" Just from his seemingly usually brazen manner of speaking, you could tell he was unhappy. "I was hoping I'd get home and relax today, but you're just like usual. So ignorant."

With great effort, you restrained yourself from hanging up on the first delirious words. Although Isaiah irritated you in absolutely every way, you had long since crossed the line of sanity. It's too late to rush around.

"Don't whine. The trial is in two days, and then... Well, let's see how you behave." You put the phone to your ear and started shuffling papers.

"Okay. Whatever you say." Isaiah on the other hand was clenching his teeth and smiling irritably, wanting to shoot you. "It's just that... I don't know if I should leave now."

You sat up straight in your chair and frowned. There was no doubt about it, it was Isaiah. If he hadn't called for two weeks and now suddenly decided to contact, especially starting the conversation with this... You hung up and hurried out into the street.

Isaiah stood there, just closing the car door, and looked at you. As usual, that painfully annoying and at the same time attractive smile played on his lips. All that was left was to sigh heavily and obediently take a few steps forward to fall into the pleasant embrace of this bastard, whom you had not seen for a long time.