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Though she was expecting it, Annie was still surprised when an officer opened the door to her cell and gave her a stiff nod to leave. She let her teeth grind together and followed the pig out and into a room where a smartly dressed woman stood waiting.
She was stunning, if Annie was really in the mood to notice. Annie’s limbs felt heavy and her blood was surging with anger. Her face hurt, throbbing at certain areas, stinging at others. Blood had dried and crusted along her chin and throat, and she was sure her shirt looked like she had murdered someone.
The waiting woman did not seem alarmed when Annie stopped before her. The officer gave them one last stony glance before storming off.
"Someone pissed in his pig feed," Annie retorted.
The woman stared at her. This close, Annie noted her grey eyes. Her black hair was cut to her jaw in a stylish bob, and her suit looked specially tailored to her toned body. Even though she wasn't exceptionally tall, with Annie's injured face and tattered closed, she felt as though the woman towered over her. It made her feel small. Angry. A little turned on.
"Ackerman," the woman finally spoke, bypassing formal greetings completely. "Mikasa Ackerman."
"Annie," Annie said simply.
"I know."
"I'm sure daddy Leonhardt paid you a hefty sum to bail my ass out. Again."
Mikasa's lips pressed together, like she wanted to say something but was holding back. That was more irritating than anything, but there was something in her eyes that held Annie back from retorting.
She never kept a lawyer for long, since they only tolerated her foul moods for a few weeks before ultimately quitting.
"From today on, Miss Leonhardt, you will be in my custody. Your father has paid for more than just my legal services."
Annie's brows raised, but Mikasa's stern face and stiff posture made it clear that she wasn't being hired for those types of services.
"So you're not just my lawyer now, but what?"
At that, Mikasa gave her a smile. It was a horrible smile, one that a predator gave to its prey right before baring its fangs. "Your jailer," she said cheerfully, her tone clashing entirely with the stiff nature of everything else.
Annie laughed. Mikasa's face remained neutral, unmoving. Annie stopped laughing.
"No the fuck you're not."
Mikasa handed over some legal papers, and Annie began reading. Her heart was thudding hard with anger and helplessness—disgust at herself, for letting her temper get so out of hand that she landed in jail again and again for starting petty bar fights. For dragging her family name through the mud, though they deserved it.
"Yes the fuck you are," Mikasa finally told her.
Annie was so bewildered by Mikasa's words that she didn't object to being pulled from the station to the awaiting vehicle. As outrageous as this situation seemed, Annie couldn't bring herself to be completely mortified. When Mikasa started driving, Annie stared at her.
"Say that again."
"What?"
"Fuck. Say it again."
Mikasa shot her a curt look, then returned her attention to the road. She did not hesitate when she replied.
"No."
She didn't ask Annie why she'd requested that, and she just kept driving. Annie was too tired and sore to care about anything at that point, so she sank down in the seat and let her eyes flutter shut. When sleep took her, she dreamed of that pretty mouth saying other foul things, and Mikasa gave her perturbed looks as she mumbled through her sleep.
"Daddy Mikasa," Annie groaned, still dead asleep.
When she was woken, Annie had no clue why Mikasa suddenly seemed so flustered. But then they left the car, and Annie followed close behind, and she decided to stop caring.