The Last Good Knight Part V: The Last Good Night

The Last Good Knight Part V: The Last Good Night
Tiffany Reisz

The Last Good Knight: An Original Sinners novella told in five parts.

Part V: The Last Good Night

Now that the perpetrator has been apprehended, Nora sadly acknowledges she doesn’t need a bodyguard anymore. She adores Lance and wants to keep him but is faced with a dilemma—if she uses her connections to help Lance, she’ll have to give him up forever....

The Last Good Knight

Part V: The Last Good Night

Tiffany Reisz

An Original Sinners Story

Told in Five Parts

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Dedication

Dedicated to the brave men and women who serve in the U.S. Navy.

You all are my knights in occasionally wet armor.

And to Tommy and Elizabeth.

About the Author

Tiffany Reisz’s books inhabit a sexy, shadowy world where erotica, romance and gothic literature meet and do immoral and possibly illegal things to each other. The first book in her international bestselling series The Original Sinners was named the RT Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Erotic Romance. She is a very bad Catholic. Visit her website, www.tiffanyreisz.com (http://www.tiffanyreisz.com), for news, gossip and wholly inappropriate bedtime stories.

Contents

The Last Good Night (#ua594a579-01de-5071-890e-cf46704f741f)

Acknowledgments (#litres_trial_promo)

Nora marched right up to the judge’s front door and rang the bell.

“Nora, I don’t want you getting into trouble for me.” Lance took her hand. “Let’s go. I can figure my own problems out.”

“You can go if you want, but I’m staying. I’m not happy unless I’m getting in trouble. Don’t you want me to be happy?” She gave him her most ingratiating, innocent, and utterly fake smile.

“You’re evil.”

“Well...obviously.” She patted him on the cheek as patronizingly as she could. Mrs. B. opened the door and gave Nora a look of surprise.

“Hello there, dear. I didn’t think you had an appointment tonight.” Mrs. B. ushered Nora and Lance inside.

“No appointment. Is the judge home? I need to talk to him about a legal issue.”

“Did you get arrested again?” Mrs. B looked like a worried mother hen.

“No, I promise. Not this week. Not yet, anyway.”

“That’s good to hear,” Mrs. B said. “The judge is in his office. Go on in.”

Nora thanked the woman, and she and Lance headed back down the hall. Nora found Judge B at his desk, his nose buried in a massive legal tome. He gave her a beatific smile as she walked in.

“Miss Nora, what brings you here?” He came around his desk, and kissed Nora on the cheek.

“I need a favor, Judge. Or maybe just legal advice.”

“Did you get arrested again?” he asked, giving her a stern look.

“Why does everyone always ask me that? Don’t answer that,” she said. “Judge B., this is Lance. He’s my bodyguard, and he’s got a problem. Tell him your problem, Sailor.”

“I’m all ears,” Judge B said, motioning Nora and Lance to sit. They moved books off the chairs and sat down while the judge sat on the edge of the desk and gave them his full attention.

Lance told the judge the same story he’d told Nora—the quick marriage, the deployment, the daughter, the wound in his back and the surgeries, the wife who’d withheld sex, the pornography and the custody fight, the only fight Lance had ever lost.

The judge nodded as he listened, asked a few questions here and there. At the end they all sat in silence waiting for the judge’s verdict.

“Son...” the judge finally said, “you got screwed.”

Lance laughed and shook his head. “I did and it was the worst sex I ever had.”

“All this over some porn?” Judge B. sounded disgusted. “Who doesn’t watch porn?”

“Blind people?” Nora offered her best and only guess. “And Lance wasn’t even watching the really good porn.”

“Subspace.com?” the judge asked, sound disappointed. Personal experience, no doubt.

“That. Can’t stand that tame shit,” Nora said. “The good stuff’s on Kinkster.com.”

“It’s pay-per-view, though,” Judge B. said.

“But it’s worth every penny. They’ve got the best group sex vid on there. Lots of feet action.”

“Can you send me the link?”

“Excuse me,” Lance interjected. “Are we talking about my legal situation or where to find the best kinky porn?”

“Why can’t we talk about both?” Nora asked Lance who replied with only a glare. “Fine, back on subject. So Lance got screwed. What can he do about it?”

The judge adjusted his glasses as he spoke.

“I can help. Definitely. If everything you’ve told me is true—”