The Marvelous Elijah’s Return

Acold day in hell

With the sunlight beaming on his face, Elijah stood outside the motel, hands in his pocket, eyes on the sky.

His head was still swimming from all that had happened recently, his mind still reeling with the fact that he was getting married again, and it kind of scared him just a little bit.

So deep in thought, he didn‘t hear the door open and didn‘t connect with reality until Peach hugged him from the back, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting, her head flat on his back

“Hey,” She said softly, and he could feel the smile forming on her lips even without turning around to look at her. “What are you doing out here?”

“Thinking,” Elijah answered truthfully, his voice barely above a whisper as well.

“How much of what Madam Jewel said did you hear yesterday before walking in?”

“A bit,”

Silence followed after his answer as her heart frowned at the thought that he might have been hurt by all the awful words Madam Jewel had spewed.

“Elijah, you don‘t...” Peach trailed off, uncertain where to go from there, her brow furrowed as she tried to find the right words. “...you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

There was a brief pause and then the vibration of his phone in his pocket interrupted their conversation, causing Elijah to sigh and pull out his phone.

And when he saw Bryan Check‘s name, he drew a deep breath and then answered the call,” What‘s up?”

“Can you join me for lunch?” Bryan‘s voice sounded almost hopeful, but there was also a nervous edge to it. “I got an update, so can you meet me to talk about it.”

“I can,” Elijah replied after a moment of hesitation.

“Great! We can meet up at ‘Hotel Del Rey‘... I spent my night here, so I am waiting for you.”

am on

hands pulled away from his waist and fell to her side as she just stood there, remembering

to meet her eyes, a faint smile graced his features

know that I can talk to you about anything,” Elijah repeated, his thumb brushing against her knuckles, “but I can’t promise to always

their connected hands, and mumbled, “That‘s fine... I knew what I was signing up for when I accepted your

Elijah a minute to process what she had said, but he uttered no word, cupped her cheeks, and leaned down to

lunch with a guy friend at Hotel Del Rey,”

back soon,

the rules, and a part of her grew slightly hopeful that he might be trusting her just abil. Then she slowly nodded, smiling, brixlıtly up at him

and the moment the receptionist saw him, unlike the last time,

must be a cold day in hell that I would meet you at such a fancy hotel. What are you

Elijah hesitated to turn, feeling a sense of annoyance sweep through

face contorted into a snarl,

Mason, taking in his expensive designer suit, perfectly styled hair, and cocky smirk.

he strived to stay calm. “You are Dean‘s former son–in–law, right?” Mason asked, mockingly tilting his head. “The one who sponged off his daughter until she divorced you, and now, has made quite a problem for the Hayes, even though you are way below their class and status. Did I get that right?” A comfortable crossed the receptionist‘s face, remembering the last incident, but Mason

caring for interaction with Mason, Elijah turned back to the receptionist and calmly uttered, “Can you call his room and tell him that I am here?“.

“You seem pretty close with… what‘s her name... right, ‘Peach!‘ at the ceremony the other day, and the shit you said to Dean‘s daughter that night... What are you depending on crossing a man like Dean, Huh?” When Elijah didn‘t answer,

Matt grabbed his

I think you need to come down to the lobby... like right now.” The receptionist mumbled on the phone,

stumbled back, holding onto the back of the chair behind him, trying to regain control of his composure. “Who the fuck do you think you are to touch me?” Mason demanded, stepping forward in rage. “Oh, so you don‘t like being touched by a stranger... Hmm,

people you don‘t know.” Matt taunted, raising a single eyebrow.

Mason lunged forward, attempting to grab Malt from the collar of his shirt, but Elijah intervened, grabbing Mason‘s other wrist and twirling him around, banging his torso flat against the

simple instructions,” Elijah

for a moment or two before saying, “You‘ll pay greatly if you don‘t let me go, right

pressing it again on the wooden surface, and lie finally mumbled, “My patience is very thin for people like you, Manson... very