The Marvelous Elijah’s Return

Chapter 86

Kill or let it free

The words that Elijah said to Jerome never left Peach’s thoughts, even though the morning was now evening, and Elijah was sleeping.

Adjusting her head on his warm chest, Peach looked at him, just staring, allowing her thoughts to run wild in her head, as she listened to his heart beating, feeling his chest rise and falling, listening to his breathing.

‘What package were you talking about?’ Peach wondered as she bit her lower lip, thinking furiously.

All of a sudden, she heard his phone go off, causing Elijah to shift slightly on the bed, hugging onto her waist tightly, and burying his face deeper into her neck “Elijah, your phone,” Peach whispered, feeling reluctant to wake him and yet, also wanting an answer.

“Hmm…” He mumbled sleepily, his voice barely audible.

“Your phone…,” Peach repeated, her tone a lot louder than a few minutes ago as she tried again to shake him awake.

Finally, Elijah opened his eyes, blinking slowly for several seconds. After a few more seconds he seemed to register what Peach said, and he quickly let go of her and sat up, taking his phone off the bedside table.

“J,” Elijah said, resting his feet on the cold tiles.

“We have Mr. Meeks at the warehouse,” Jerome announced from the receiver.

A faint smile made its way to Elijah’s lips as he glanced over at Peach and then let out, “I’mon my way.”

“Okay,” Jerome’s voice flowed into his ears.

call, he walked over to the closet and took out a black shirt, and jeans, wearing them, and even though she desperately

her. His palm rested flat against her bare thighs as he leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips, squeezing her skin gently. “I will be back soon. Don’t leave the room

nodded, watching as he pulled away

a soft

stop at the warehouse, parked it, and looked back

and then got out of the driver’s

out of the car, his hand brushing

corners of his eyes, and down his chin. “Let me look into his eyes,” Elijah commanded in a cold, detached manner. Immediately, Jerome walked over to Meeks and undid the knot of the blindfold from his eyes, allowing him to meet Elijah’s gaze. Speechless from shock, Mr. Meeks just stared at Elijah, not really knowing how he should react, and then like awaking from a terrible nightmare, he shouted, “You!!… it is you!!! From th-at… th -at… th-at… Peach!!! You were

“You… You kidnapped me!!”

to… Because how then were we going to have a civilized conversation with

he

asked with a calm, expressionless voice. “I don’t

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I will create will be in the left side of your chest.” Elijah threatened, and with each word he spoke, Meek squirmed in his seat, unable to hide his fear. “I have people in high places…” Meeks whispered, his voice quivering, but his tone growing confident. Resting back in the chair, Elijah watched Meeks’s eyes, allowing the silence to sink into him and awakening fear inside of him. “Tied his mouth to the point that sound can’t escape,” Elijah stated simply as he pulled out the knife. Struggling in his seat, Meek tried to fight off Jerome as he stuffed his mouth with a sock and taped his lips twice to secure them. When Meeks saw the knife in Elijah’s grip,

the table repeatedly as he absentmindedly scrolled through his contact list. When he reached Mr. Bamford’s number, he dialed it, and then ended

ring.

phone started buzzing and he allowed it to ring for a

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