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I know how to change a damn tire.

#she legit has no idea carla is hoping that alessia is framed in order to get her and beau in the clear #she's legit just talking #c: carla #alessia convos

checkmatebitchs:

“Isn’t that what I said, Lessi?” Carla smiled sweetly, rolling her eyes. “I don’t, actually. Your voice is oddly grating on the nerves- I suppose that’s why you work behind the scenes.” She opened her car door. “Mm, as tempted as I am to turn your clothes into rags, I think you’d better just toss them into the dumpster.” She slid into her car. “Tata, Lessi. Good luck avoiding prison.”

“I work behind the scenes to help people, better that working in the spotlight to slander and cause drama just for hits,” Alessia shot back. When Carla talked about her clothes, Alessia’s face distorted into confusion. “What’s the difference between the dumpster and your closet? I offered to donate them to you already. Now who’s the one talking in circles?” she asked as the blonde slid into her car. “See ya, Carlie. Good luck trying to use your Reddit fanbase to put me there.” And with that comment, Alessia stalked off with the knowledge that if anyone wanted to see her go down for this, it was that woman.

checkmatebitchs:

Lilia listened to every word that Alessia told her. It didn’t sound rehearsed or planned like her alibi had. Her heart clenched in her chest as she listened, searching for any signs of dishonesty in her possible sister-in-law’s face. “Take as long as you need, Alessia. I’ve only got a few more questions and then you’ll be free to go.” She stood. “Would you like a glass of water? I’ve got a hoard of chocolates, too.” Maybe it wasn’t the most professional thing in the world to do, but, damn it, she cared about Alessia and maybe someone else should have been doing this fucking interview. She had to be thorough, but it didn’t mean she had to be cold.

Alessia had previously asked Daphne if she thought that she was guilty. Daphne said no, that the law enforcement just needed someone to blame, and Alessia and Jenny were the easy targets. But no one else would see that, especially if they were hoping to have the case closed and either Miss or Mrs Moretti locked up for good. Alessia looked at the officer appreciatively. “A glass of water would be lovely, thank you,” she replied softly. As that was being gotten, Alessia took a few more moments to compose herself. She would walk free as long as she convinced them of her innocence. “I’m ready for the rest of the questions, Officer Cox,” she said coolly, placing her hands in front of her. She was going to need a warm bath and a lot of wine to get through the rest of the day.

#shhh lilia it's not ur fault #c: lilia #alessia convos

Text 📲 Ian

Ian: That sounds absolutely amazing, Miss Moretti! You didn't have to do this, but I'm really, really grateful. I'll ask my brother if I can borrow his car or I'll take the bus! I'll be there no matter what!

Alessia: Please, Ian. Call me Alessia. I wanted to do what I could to help, since we had to let you go while we get our affairs sorted out and figure out what's happening next for what's left of our family. I'll pass on your information to him, you should expect a call from Nigel Fairbanks tomorrow. How have you and your brother been?

#alessia phone #t: ian

beauburns:

I’m very jealous of you and Addie’s relationship. I think the last time the two of us saw eye to eye was when we were toddlers. He did and I’m thankful that I got to know him, um, from a far, at least. Oh – I’m a Sagittarius. I don’t think I’ve asked you that, yet, either?

Addie and I had our share of fights, but we always made up at the end of the day. And I’m a Leo, fellow fire sign. Have you, uh, spoken to your sister recently?

#alessia convos #c: willa

I know how to change a damn tire.

checkmatebitchs:

“Monogamy is boring, darling. Not that it’s any of your business, but Beau and I are secure enough in our love for each other, so that’s all that really matters.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re talking in circles, Lessi, and I don’t have the time or the patience to listen to you blather on like a needy child.” She finished the tired, sitting up and wiping her hands with a feint scowl. She fluttered her eye lashes toward the other woman, cool as a cucumber. “Mind if I use your shirt? You won’t need in jail. Let’s just hope that orange is your color.”

“Alessia,” the brunette corrected. Nicknames were reserved for Addie, Genevieve, and her father. Well, now it was just Addie and Genevieve. “You enjoy hearing me talk, it’s why you sabotage me when you can and I sabotage you,” she quipped, rolling her eyes at Carla’s request. “I know you’re envious of what I have, but this top is a favorite of mine and I’m not donating it to charity anytime soon. I have a bag of old clothes at home if you want me to bring it to you instead of the Salvation Army,” she replied, raising an eyebrow at the other woman. “Anything is my color, Carla. It comes with my territory. Why don’t you run along now and get yourself all cleaned up?”

#ouch this was emotional #alessia convos #c: lilia

Text 📲 Ian

Alessia: Hey, one of my family's friends is hosting an event in Danbury next weekend and he needs a caterer. I recommended you, and I know last time we talked you had not found a new job as yet. Would you be interested potentially? It's a 20 minute drive away, but he'd be willing to arrange transport if you can't.

#alessia phone #t: ian

checkmatebitchs:

“I don’t know that we will need to go that far, but if it comes to that, I’ll make sure you get the warrant,” Lilia said. She jotted a few more things down and glanced up, slightly amused. “We will, of course, consult Officer Addie.” She braced herself for the next line of questioning. “How was your relationship with your father?” For the first time in her life, she didn’t want to do her job. She trusted her gut, and her gut said that Alessia had nothing to do with her father’s death. “Please keep in mind that if we’re thorough, we can eliminate you as a suspect and find the culprit.”

Alessia hoped that her sister would be able to help clear her name, but she knew that Addie was purposely being kept off the case due to her close bond with her sister. Part of her wondered if Addie was a suspect at all, or if it was just her and Jenny at the moment. “My relationship with my father was pretty average. We weren’t super close, but I loved him and he loved me,” Alessia started off. “We had begun arguing more over the past year,” she admitted, gulping. She knew that talking about her disdain for Jenny or her resentment towards her father framing Scott for cocaine possession could raise further questions, but eliminating them could lead to further suspicion. What if Jenny spoke of the many times Alessia argued with her, or the Colby family talked about their son’s ex-girlfriend visiting them in Hartford to apologize for what had happened on the night her father was murdered? “We fought because we were worried about each other’s partners. He thought my boyfriend was bad news, and I thought his wife was a gold digger. But I knew it was because we cared for each other. Which is why I went to Hartford that night, I went to talk to Scott’s family to explain to them that my relationship with him was over. I loved Scott, but my father... I wanted to be good with him again...” she admitted, finally breaking and sobbing again. “I was planning to talk to him in the morning over breakfast, to tell him that Scott was in the past. I obviously wasn’t a Jenny fan still, but I was going to try to be better around her. But then I found out he was burned to death. Burned.” Daphne took a look at Alessia weeping in the interrogation seat and asked if she and her client could have a moment.

beauburns:

Oh, no. You were never abrasive. I understood. It’s kind of hard to separate us, considering we’re family. Sometimes I really wish we weren’t…I really am sorry, though. Your father was always very nice to me.

You’re probably the first person to say that. I guess I’m lucky that I’m proud to call my sister ‘my sister’, I feel bad that you have to say that about Jennifer. My father had some questionable politics, but he treated everyone with respect. I didn’t ask, what’s your star sign?

#yes I approve of this being a thing #c: willa #alessia convos

I know how to change a damn tire.

checkmatebitchs:

Amused, Carla cocked her head to the side. “I heard your love life is a little questionable, so it’s no wonder you’re so worried about mine. I promise you, Beau and I are quite happy with out marriage.” She was done looking at her face, bored with the conversation. The blonde knelt down to continue fixing her tire. “I hope you don’t fuck those companies over like you fucked the last one. Guess we’ll have to see, huh?” Ugh, this was such dirty work. She closed her eyes briefly, thinking of Beau’s fuck up. “Or logic. If I’m accusing you of murder, it stands to reason you’d be quite capable of threatening me. You threaten everyone who crosses you. Doesn’t mean I should be afraid of you.”

“I mean, I don’t know how you could be happy with your husband constantly eyeing other women, but that’s just me. I guess once you have the ring, fidelity doesn’t matter.” Alessia knew that she was riling Carla up, but she didn’t care. "I didn’t fuck anything up, your Reddit thread just made it seem like I did. I guess it’s a good thing that important people don’t pay attention to the quality of writing found on online forums, they pay attention to work that’s worth reading,” she snapped back. Carla’s dishonest and biased article had only taken a temporary hit; the reputable business writers had approved Alessia’s strategies and she had just booked her hotel in Boston while Carla was stuck in Ridgefield. “If I was capable of murder, I would’ve taken you out by now. If I was going to kill my father, why would I do it out in the open as stupidly as that? Burning him in his car rather than doing something in my own home?” she asked, her voice raising and shaking a bit. How dare Carla accuse her to her face of murdering her father. How dare the entire town think she did it? “When I find out who did it, though, I won’t hold back.”

#alessia convos #c: addie

sass-and-class:

After an entire day of having to avoid any and every detective who was assigned to her father’s case – per the Chief’s demand – the last person Addison wanted to run into at home was Jenny. Why the hell she was still sleeping under the roof of her dead husband’s home was beyond her, yet she knew Alessia would eventually take care of it. “Just me,” she muttered upon entering the living room, rolling her eyes in playful fashion. “Oh shut it, you aren’t going to jail. Plus, you wouldn’t survive more than day.” Before plopping down onto the opposite end of the couch, she removed her gun holster from her waist and laid it down on the table with a mental reminder to store it in the safe. “Oh, you know, I’m great,” she groaned and rested her head back against the couch. “Living the dream, babe, living the dream.”

Alessia wanted to ask her sister how she knew that, how she knew that Alessia would not be arrested and charged with their father’s murder. For everyone who believed that Alessia was innocent, two people believed that she was guilty. But she thought better of it, she wanted to enjoy time with Addie while she could. “Tough day?” the elder Moretti asked, passing her sister an opened bottle of cabernet sauvignon. “It’s been a long day today for me too, I may not be able to go to Boston next week for that work assignment, depending on whether I get permission to leave the state from the police,” she groaned, sighing. Although she could never have left Ridgefield, at least not without Addie and maybe Genevieve, it was no secret that Alessia adored Boston and would move there in a heartbeat. “I would say that a move to Boston would be in order once this is all done, but I don’t know if Boston is far enough. Maybe somewhere like Atlanta or Austin. Hell, even San Diego may be a great escape.”

checkmatebitchs:

Normally, Lilia felt an array of emotions when the lawyers were brought it. Most of the time she was aggravated, eager to nail someone she knew was guilty. Now, she just felt uncomfortable because she was questioning her girlfriend’s sister for the murder of her father. She had to do her job. She nodded. “Just a few more. Can anyone confirm that you remained in your room all night? We’ll get the transaction records. I trust that they’re there, it’s just procedure.” She smiled slightly at Alessia, hoping she wasn’t too uncomfortable.

All Alessia had purchased that night was gas for her car and a burger combo from a Newtown diner, nothing too questionable. She was grateful when Daphne piped up to answer Lilia’s question. “The Moretti manor is equipped with security cameras, both internally and externally. I trust that, if your obtain a warrant for the footage, you’d be able to see Miss Moretti arrive in her black BMW and perhaps footage of her when she was in the house,” Daphne said confidently. Alessia knew that it was true; she may not have a security camera by her room per se, but there was one in the hallway that led to the corridor in which her bedroom was located. “My sister can confirm that, but if you do not trust her testimony then I’m sure that a member of my family staff can confirm as such,” Alessia told the officer calmly, thankful that she didn’t already treat her like a criminal.

#alessia convos #c: lilia

I know how to change a damn tire.

checkmatebitchs:

“I think he’d agree with me if he found out, actually,” Carla said. She rolled her eyes. “Tell yourself that all you’d like. I saw the responses. Don’t mistake me for a gossip column, sweetheart. I get my facts straight.” And she did, too. The company was shit. She was meticulous. “Afraid of you? Never.”

“True, I mean he has a habit of straying,” Alessia shrugged. She’d never get with Beau again - firstly, because the past was the past, and secondly due to the fact that he was not only married, but married to Carla. “Well I don’t think your unverified Reddit commenters really matter, because I just got contracted to do a project in Boston next week and one in NYC in March. And also just got invited to a conference in Phoenix. Better luck next time, boo. Maybe try 4chan?” she suggested mockingly, then laughed. “Accusing me of murdering my father and then thinking I am capable of threatening you? Sounds like fear to me.”

#alessia convos #c: lilia

checkmatebitchs:

Lilia jotted down a few things at Alessia spoke. It all sounded reasonable. The problem was…’bed’ wasn’t really a valuable alibi for murder. “Okay, thank you for all of that. Of course. Go ahead and give them a call.” She leaned back, gesturing to the phone. “Your sister will be happy to hear that you did.”

Within twenty minutes, Daphne was at the station and seated next to Alessia. She wasn’t the most experienced of her father’s lawyers, but Alessia trusted her the most. “I already explained to Officer Cox that I was in Newtown on the night of the murder,” Alessia explained to Daphne as the lawyer herself took notes. “I have the transaction records on my credit card for purchases that I made on my way to Newtown via way of Danbury.” She felt more comfortable with Daphne there, knowing that she would be able to help her. “Any further questions for my client?” she asked the police officer and Alessia leaned back in her seat.

I know how to change a damn tire.

checkmatebitchs:

“Only the insecure worry about their age, honey buns. Speaking of buns, yours look a little…lacking.” She raised an eyebrow, laughing now. “Oh, you mean the career that I dragged through the mud? How is that recovery going? Good to see you aren’t unemployed.” Leaning against her car, Carla’s head tilted to the side, long blonde hair falling over her shoulder. “That might have been an insult and a threat…hmm. Interesting.”

“Looking at my ass, are you? How would your husband react if he found out?” Alessia asked, feigning dismay. “Your Perez Hilton-level writing only made me take a minor hit. Plus, your criticism was not rooted in any facts, just a petty high school drama. Clearly someone needs to learn about keeping professional and personal lives separate,” she fired back, squaring up with Carla. “Take it as you will, Carla. Although I’d say, it sounds like you’re a bit afraid.”

#alessia convos #c: lilia

checkmatebitchs:

Lilia didn’t want to do this. At all. Especially after Addie’s reaction to the interview. “Now, you know you don’t have to do this without your lawyer preset, right?” They were on the record, so she couldn’t come out and say ‘Addie said you couldn’t do this without a lawyer.’ She flipped through her files, expression unreadable as she slipped into cop mode. There were…quite a few red flags in the file. She was a prime suspect. “I’d like to ask you about your whereabouts on the night of the murder.”

Alessia did not know what sort of strings her father had pulled, but they were done in such a way where she could not have any direct contact with Scott Colby herself. No phone calls were allowed to be made, she was not allowed to visit, and any correspondence went unanswered for the past month. But she didn’t want to admit that she was visiting his family, since her own father was responsible for Scott’s arrest and it would look like she acted with him. “I was in Newtown, half an hour away,” she admitted to the older woman. “I arrived in Newtown at about 6 pm that night and left at around 9:30 pm, making my arrival home at around 10. I asked one of our chefs to fix me a cheese plate as a snack, then I went to bed. I fell asleep pretty easily.” That was the truth right there, and Alessia was convinced that she could prove her whereabouts, by perhaps showing gas charges or her dinner purchase in Newtown. “Is it possible to request my lawyer’s presence before answering any further questions?” she asked.

I know how to change a damn tire.