The Marvelous Elijah’s Return

Putting a price on Justice

“Why is Elijah not dead yet?!"

Madam Jewel screamed, her voice echoing throughout the walls of the living room of the Hayes mansion.

“We are in the new month and that scumbag told me last month that he was going to complete his job soon, and now, we still have a pest problem.

The living room went silent after those words and none of her children spoke for a while, their faces clouded with worry.

But then Cora couldn‘t hold back her thoughts again saying, “How is he doing this?!… We all thought he would be dead by now, but he‘s still very much alive… We thought Investistic Co.

would be bankrupt by now, but in the past few days, the company has started operating again with new employees and will soon kick off… Nothing is adding up.”

“… I tried talking to an employee from ‘SEC‘ to tell me about the document those fools made Elijah get a hold of and see if we can get them out of the company.

But I got told that Elijah has all the original copies and the agency is working with the photocopies.

He refused to let them keep the original."

Dean sighed with a look of helplessness on his face.

There was this reluctant look in Mathew‘s expression as he withheld his words for a second and said, “I tried using my contacts to get the investigation to be terminated, but Mr.

Bamford is going in hard on this case, and most of the officers I had spoken with say that the case is high profile and the chief has the best detectives on it.

They can‘t do anything.”

“He‘s a good digger… he‘s somehow in a gang… He‘s hanging out with a man like Bryan Check… He‘s running a company that should have gone bankrupt by now, and now, he has somehow manipulated the chief of police to his will… This isn‘t making sense anymore!!"

Amelia said as she threw her hands in the air in frustration.

Screwing his face into a frown, Tommy ball his fingers into a fist and let out, “How is that bastard getting the money to do all this shit!! Didn‘t Melina tell us when she first brought up the idea of marrying him that he didn‘t have a job and much connection in this country, so what is this?! How is he pulling all these shits off… at a fast pace!”

That was a question no one had an answer for and the room went cold with silence.

“So, what now?"

Elmer finally found the courage to ask, trying to be hopeful even though the room had a hopeless vibe.

The quietness dragged on after his questions and within a matter of seconds, he was pissed, and he suddenly lashed out, “So, you all are fucking giving up on me?!”

“Damnit, Elm.

Shut the hell up! No one is giving up on your ass, but Elijah is shutting down all of our efforts to erase this shit that you brought on yourself!!"

roared at

created? If Dean‘s useless child would have kept her legs closed and stayed the hell away from that piece

Elmer snapped back.

causing immediate chaos in the situation as

to hug onto his

to strike Elmer in the face, screaming, “Keep my daughter‘s name out of your fucking

“But it‘s the truth!"

the blood from his

“Elm, that‘s enough nonsense!"

to get back dominance in

cold as he let out in a deadpan tone, “This is your fault! If it wasn‘t for your

let Peach stay the fuck away from this

the chance to say a word, Elmer looked at his siblings and said,

worse conditions than me… If this boy gets me, he is one step further to being bolder to come for the rest

knew that he was right… Elijah was a threat that was getting bigger and more powerful than they expected,

footsteps made the living room silent, and the curiosity in the atmosphere quickly shifted into fear as

the color drained from her face as she watched one of the officers reach for his handcuffs

we have a warrant for your arrest, and you have the right to a lawyer and to remain silent,

you understand

washed over his face, Elmer‘s breathing became uneven and shaky as an officer walked up to

cuffs, but that wasn‘t what shock them,

“Bamford, can we talk,"

at the officer pleadedly as she fought the urge to lose

constable looked at her, and then he sighed, asking,

way for a

asked politely, eyeing the cuffs on her son‘s hands and

brief pause, and then

and followed her a couple of steps away from

been coming to your office,

whispered as if to avoid

have been occupied

Mr.

looking

busy to see me,

want to know now is

“Excuse me?”

saying, “How much did Elijah pay you to do this to my boy, huh? Whatever

insult me in this

on justice, and if I had the slightest doubt that Elmer isn‘t the wrongdoer here, the handcuffs

evidence is completed and undeniable,