Chapter 1

A Million Damn Dollars

As Yarni Taylor entered the old courtroom and searched for a seat toward the front, she couldn't help but overhear clients arguing with their attorneys as well as the chitchat of folks waiting for their loved ones' cases to be heard. "I wish they'd hurry up and get this started, because I got to go to work," one person said. Another asked, "So you think that Boo-boo gon' come to court and testify on Freddie Boy?"

She tried to control the sway of her ample behind as she walked down the aisle, but all eyes were on her. Yarni wasn't sure if it was the confidence she exuded or her exotic looks--almond-shaped hazel eyes, high cheekbones, and caramel skin so smooth you wanted to lick it--which were complemented by her cream-colored Tahari suit that, like a little red Corvette going a hundred miles per hour on the highway, hugged every curve. Diamond studs glistened in her ears, and a huge six-carat rock weighed down her left hand. She wasn't a stranger to the courts. A successful attorney, she had won many cases in the very room in which she was now taking a seat. This time, though, Yarni wasn't there to defend a case.

If it wasn't for all the bad luck, there would be no luck at all, Yarni thought as she sat there trying to be strong, holding back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. The system had railroaded her man, Des, once again. The last time was almost fifteen years ago, but no matter the outcome, just like before, she was going to hold her man down through it all: rain, sleet, hail, or sunshine . . . bad, good, happy, or sad . . . win, lose, or draw. One thing was for certain, and two things were for sure: She had Des's back, and he had hers--through hell or high water.

When Yarni first met Des, he was already a street legend, and she was just a high school girl who had been raised by a single mother. Her mother had given Yarni every opportunity that a girl like her could ever want, all in hopes of her growing up to be a strong, independent woman, but once she met Des, Yarni didn't care about anything her mother had given her or instilled in her or any of it. Yarni and Des fell in love with each other hard, but their perfect relationship was put through the test of fire when Des was arrested and convicted for a murder he didn't commit. For ten years after that, Yarni rode for her man, never losing hope, and eventually got his sentence overturned. Yarni later became a lawyer to help other minority men caught up in the wrath like Des had been. And now here they were again, facing another murder rap. Yarni sat on the edge of her seat while waiting for her husband's case to be called. But first, another defendant was up for a bail bond hearing, temporarily distracting Yarni from thoughts of Des.

"Samuel Johnson, you are being charged with three counts of murder, threatening a witness, tampering with state's evidence, conspiracy to commit murder, shooting in an occupied dwelling, possession of a firearm while a convicted felon," the court clerk stated as she looked up at the man standing in front of her before taking a deep breath and continuing, "use of a firearm in commission of a felony, kidnapping, torture, abduction, malicious wounding, felonious assault, and use of a firearm near a school zone."

Yarni thought the clerk should have taken a bow after putting her vocals through so much work. Instead, the clerk looked out into the packed courtroom, which was so quiet you could have heard a mouse pissing on the carpet. The sheer number of charges forced every single spectator to direct his or her undivided attention to this particular case, curious as to how one person could have so many indictments against him....