Chapter 12 - LAWSON MERCER WITHOUT AN EMPIREThe legal consequences arrived slowly.
Asset forfeitures.
Civil settlements.
Immunity on some matters.
Charges on others.
Lawson accepted a negotiated plea related to financial crimes.
No murder admissions manufactured for drama.
No magical erasure of his past.
He lost businesses.
Money.
Influence.
Served a limited sentence under an agreement involving extensive cooperation.
Jonah visited.
Blythe hated security checks.
Clara visited once.
“What do I look like?”
“Annoying.”
“Good.”
“Orange is terrible.”
He laughed.
He had feared prison would make him powerless.
It did.
That became strangely useful.
No one obeyed because of his name.
No one feared his gun.
He had to exist without command.
When released, Lawson moved into a smaller home.
Still comfortable.
But no fortress.
The twins chose rooms.
Blythe painted hers purple.
Lawson hated purple.
She did not care.
Healthy.
Prescott became head of security for a legitimate logistics company.
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He complained about taxes continually.
Lawson enjoyed it.
