The Marvelous Elijah's Return

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. 

a black shirt, and jeans, wearing them, and

her 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 leave the room until I get back… Bear with this rule a little until 1 gel is our house, okay?” Elijah whispered against her lips. “If everything goes smoothly, I

watching as he pulled away from

and then he gave her a soft smile before walking out of the

to a stop at the warehouse,

then got out of the driver’s seat, and walked around the

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

a deep breath, trying to prepare himself, and then he and Dice headed into the warehouse. Tied up in a chair with a blindfold on his eyes, Lawyer Meeks groaned in pain 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 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 with her that night!! Melina’s ex-husband… The Hayes former useless son-in-law!!” “Well, it seems like the news hasn’t reached you yet… I am married to Peach now, and urm… my wife needs something from you?” Elijah replied, his

kidnapped me!!”

to… Because how then were we going to have a civilized conversation with decent words and you agreeing to do exactly what

on Meeks’ forehead, as he shook his head, clearly confused by

with a calm, expressionless voice.

deep breath, Elijah closed his eyes for a 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

composure And control, bulgow

wood, causity,

inside of him. “Tied his mouth to

the edge of the table repeatedly as he absentmindedly scrolled through his contact list. When he reached Mr. Bamford’s number,

ring. 

phone started buzzing and he allowed it to ring for a while before