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. 

walked over to the closet and took out a black shirt, and jeans, wearing them, and

eyes told him that she was curious and he walked over to 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

he pulled away from

soft smile before walking out of

brought the car to a stop at the warehouse,

the driver’s seat, and walked around the front of the car to open the

he stepped out of the car, his hand brushing the cool

from the tightness of the rope around his wrists. Grabbing another chair, Elijah dragged it towards him, making him flinch as the sound got closer and closer to him. And when the sound stopped, Mr. Meek’s heartbeat grew loud inside his ears as he waited. Sitting on the chair, Elijah studied the sweat dripping on his forehead, from his temples to the corners of his eyes, and down his chin. “Let me look into his eyes,” Elijah commanded

You kidnapped me!!”

a civilized conversation

forehead, as he shook his head, clearly confused by Elijah’s actions

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

second belore opening them and saying ralmly, “Mr Meeks, I need this conversatton to go sinoothly, or clse I might lose iny dami 19191100. sure you that when my patience run thin, there’s nothing your’an say or do that woukl make or not want to hurt you.”

regain composure And control, bulgow quim instantly when Jerome suddenly tossed a blade on the table

why it into tlor wood, causity, Merkio strain one n

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

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

ring. 

he allowed it to ring for a while before excepting it and putting the call

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