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The door to Elijah's room opened, and Ryan stopped a distance away from the doorway, after shutting it, staring at Elijah, wearing a white shirt, dark brown pants, and monk strap dress shoes. "Bryan's driver is here to pick you up." Ryan's voice came out hoarse. "Thanks. I am almost done here." Elijah let out, turning back around towards his desk and picking up his watch. A brief silence settled over them for a moment as Elijah fastened his watch on his wrist before Ryan spoke up again. "Thanks, boss," "For what?" Elijah looked up from his watch, meeting Ryan's eyes. A spark of gratitude flashed across Ryan's face when he answered. "For standing up for me," "Ryan, If a man wants people around him that are willing to fight for him, he should also prove to them that he's ready to fight for their life in return," Elijah uttered as he picked up his keys. "You can't get loyalty from others by not showing them you are loyal towards them." To hear his boss's humble words made Matt w
"Peach, honey, you can't stay in your room forever!" Miss Grace said, unable to get over the fact that it was two o'clock, but her daughter was still sleeping. Squeezing her eyes shut, Peach rolled back to look up at the ceiling. If only her mother would leave her be and let her be alone, she wouldn't have to deal with all of this! "Peach," Miss Grace said again, a bit louder than before, "you're not sleeping! I know that!" A frown crossed Peach's face, and finally, she got out of bed and stumbled to her room door, throwing it open, and then sighed softly at her mother who stood by the front door. "What all did you not tell me about last night?" Miss Grace asked sternly as Peach walked back into the room. "Mama, not now," Peach cried, flopping onto her bed and burying her face into her pillow. "We have to do this now, Peach." Miss Grace repeated as she closed the door behind herself, moving closer to her daughter. "Why did Elijah tell Michael that you are already taken, and war
A faint smirk crossed Elijah's face, thinking Peach was joking, as he chuckled lightly. However, seeing her expression, he stopped chuckling and said, "What?!" "I don't think I can go back home and have the same strength that I mustered up today to deny my mother's request... If not now... I don't think..." Peach trailed off, lowering her head. "What did Miss Grace say?" Elijah asked calmly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "That you have a gangster tendency, and I need a man that is not as complicated as you," "Wow..." A small laugh escaped Elijah's mouth as he glanced at her, and then he sighed quietly, shaking his head. "I am not marrying you without your mother's concern, Peach" Elijah muttered, his voice low and steady, Tilting her head sideways, Peach gazed at him curiously and said, "Why are you telling me this? I thought it would be something you wanted... that you were waiting for me to tell you." "Yeah, but... we are going to do this the right way," Elijah stated,
With a dead-serious expression on his face, he met Peach's tears eyes as she sniffed softly, making sure her gaze was locked on his, and he reached out and cupped her chin, saying softly, "Do you really hate me?"Slowly, Peach shook her head, lowering her gaze slightly and muttering, "No… I love you. And, it feels a million times harder because I can't hate you... Why did you have to put me through that? I told you to stay in the car!"In silence, Elijah watched her struggle to hold back a sob, his heart breaking as she stared at the floor with puffy eyes and hiccups, her hands clasped together."Why are you so emotional, Peach?" Elijah asked, his brows furrowing deeply as he continued to hold her chin, tilting it upwards so that he could see her face clearly. "Why do you look so fragile like the day your mother got hurt?... I'm just a lowlife loser with a gangster impulse, so why do you feel so vulnerable for me?""Because you messed up my heart, Elijah. It doesn't care about your
Grabbing the last unconscious thug by his leg and dragging him to the SUV, Dice smirked at Jerome and then threw him with the others in the backseat of the car.A low groan escaped from the bruised-up thugs as they laid over each other, unable to even speak for themselves let alone try to escape or attack any of them. "You should text the boss to come out." Dice told his son, slamming the car door shut.The silence in Elijah's room broke when Elijah's phone vibrated, causing him to look away from Miss Grace and focus on his phone screen."Hmmm... Please excuse me. I got to head out," Elijah said as he woke from his bed, shoving his phone into his pocket.As he was about to walk past Miss Grace, feeling disheartened, her voice stopped him, "Do not make me regret this, Elijah... regret choosing you for my daughter."A faint smile grew across Elijah's face, hearing her say that, knowing she wasn't actually mad at him, just worried as any mother would be if her daughter was involved with
The dining table of the Hayes family was completely quiet as Madam Jewel slowly sipped her tea, looking so calm and relaxed. "Mother, it's been days since Peach left this mansion... How can you be so calm? I mean, don't you fear what might be going on through all of this silence with her?" Dean asked his mother, watching how she calmly savored her tea. Sighing softly, Madam Jewel placed her teacup down onto her saucer, before placing her hands together in front of her. "Michael called me days ago. He said... Well, Elijah was bold enough to challenge him the other day, at the motel, and even claim that Peach was already taken for him to pursue her..." Madam Jewel uttered with a cocky smile, remembering the relief she felt when he told her that. "Peach is taken... and that's a good thing?... Taken by who?!" Dean asked, eyeing his wife, and even Martha now seemed more interested in what was being said. "Elijah," "Elijah?" The table fell silent and Madam Jewel picked up her cup aga
The glass door pushed open, and Elijah walked into the restaurant along with Matt, his hands stuck in his pockets as he advanced toward the front desk. Like a celebrity with bad publicity, he immediately grabbed the attention of the famous faces in the restaurant, giving him many stares, which he ignored. “Hey, I'm here to meet Clyde Fangio,” Elijah told the lady sitting behind the desk as he looked down at her, a blank and uninterested look plastered on his face. Looking up to meet his eyes, she gave a small smile, and mumbled, “Right, Elijah-” “Darius,” Elijah answered simply. Her gaze darted nervously from Elijah to Matt and back to Elijah, mumbling, “Okay, the second floor, room three.” Nodding slightly, Elijah pulled away from the counter with Matt right behind him, ignoring the conversation between the two receptionists. “He really is good-looking... Sadly, he is that way...” The lady with the long brown hair commented. “Yeah... It's disturbing that he is still showing hi
Putting his card back into his wallet, Elijah stared into Mr. Fangios' eyes coldly and then scoffed before turning on his heel and walking away with Matt. "Wait!! How can you guys let him leave?!..." Mr. Fangio's voice sounded desperate. "He hasn't-" "He has paid his bill, Mr. Fangio." The receptionist said, interrupting his sentence. Looking at her for a few seconds, Mr. Fangio frowned and turned his head to glare at the security guards before chasing after Elijah, shouting, "Wait! Let's talk more... I-" The door shut closed behind Elijah and Mr. Fangio picked up his pace, running fast, gaining frowns from people that knew who he was, and the fact that he was chasing after someone like Elijah made no sense to them. When he finally caught up with Elijah outside of the restaurant, he took a second to catch his breath, watching Elijah glare at him. "Who's your boss?... I can negotiate a better price... Now, I know that I underestimated you a bit." Mr. Fangio stated, breathing har