Justice Will Be Served Novels & Stories

"But I do want to know what happens. I want to know that justice is served, for everyone's sake." Hank nodded, a small, sad smile crossing his lips. "I'll make sure you get the justice that you deserve," he promised.

Through the glass at me, clutching the wheelchair for balance. "I'm tired." Santiago said again. “I don’t want to be angry anymore.” "Then put the gun down." Marcus said. “Let me bring justice for what I did. Let the system handle it." "The system?" Santiago laughed bitterly. “The system my father was able to work under for so many years? That's how you all got away with murder?”

I tried to answer as many as I could, keeping my voice calm. “I’m just relieved justice was served,” I told them. “This case wasn’t about me—it was about Zach. About giving his family peace.Derek took a life, and the court gave him what he deserved. That’s all that matters.” “But what about Gladys? Do you think fifteen years is enough for her part in this?” someone pressed. “I believe the judge gave a fair ruling,” I answered quickly, trying to push through as security attempted to make a path. “It was never about punishment alone—it was about the truth coming out.”

And he can be much stronger than Rampage! "You're an officer. If you are passionate in this profession, you can answer me with all your honesty. Now, answer me. What is justice?" I can see Lawrence worried to death about his father but can't do anything. His team pointed their guns to Rampage Kirk, but Uncle Mattias signalled them not to. So, they pointed it down, not letting their guards down. "Justice? There are many definitions for that. It could mean righteousness, neutrality, lack of prejudice, lawfulness, know no bias. And one in court. Justice is being used for fairly judgements and punish criminals who will be found guilty."

It was my obligation to repair it, to reconstruct our organization with honesty and justice at its center. I turned away, my fury slowly diminishing, replaced by a feeling of contentment. The message had been delivered—loud and clear. No one would touch my wife and leave unhurt. No one would defame our company without suffering the penalties. As I walked away, I couldn't help but look back one final time, my eyes filled with a combination of disgust and victory. Justice had been served, and the men would forever face the scars—both physical and emotional—of their acts.

Swift feet steady at the sight of the fallen elders. Eleven of them lie battered, too many, taken by the cruel hand of death. My chest hollows. Nothing can stitch this grief. Nothing consoles. But I promise you all. I put the words out like a blade. “No matter who stands behind this, no matter why, you will pay. I will find them. I will make them answer. I will take judgment into my hands and become justice.” And Pelin said, “Make sure you all are well honored.”

I sat back down at the table, looking at the ceremony papers. "There's a difference between justice and revenge. Martha tried to destroy me. She's paying for that—she's in a hospital bed, her body failing, her daughter premature and critical, her marriage falling apart, her future uncertain. She's already suffering consequences." I met Vicente's eyes. "But death? Death isn't justice. It's just... final. And I won't be responsible for that."

I found a spot to rent and went back to the villa to grab my stuff. Also, I served the papers to Christopher. He signed them without even looking, but when I tried to take them away, he pinned them down on the desk. "If my parents find out we're divorced, they'd be livid. They might even have a heart attack." Yeah, that was proof he did not believe my story at all. He probably stuffed his parents' ashes in a dark corner somewhere.

"What makes you think I want your uncle behind bars? Getting punished by the law is too much mercy for what he's done. Even death is too much mercy for him." On hearing Juniper's angry revelation, Jerome frowned, activating his cop face. "Um, okay, I'll have to stop you there, Ms. Laurent," he interjected, dropping his teacup on the table. "I know you're hurt—we all are. But we cannot do anything that goes against the law. There's a difference between justice and revenge. Bringing him to justice is good, but justice is not revenge. He might have committed heinous crimes, but he still has human rights as a citizen. He will get the punishment he deserves according to the law."

Eva had always believed that justice was about comforting the aggrieved, not following some emotionless code to its exact specification. “I’ve read through the casedata in full,” continued the arbiter. “I personally find no reason to escalate to a higher court. Or to a jury. We have full physical and reconstructed evidence, as well as a direct confession. If neither of you have any arguments, I’ll be issuing the standard ten years of service.” “The defense has an argument, your honor,” said Kellorine. “The prosecution also has an argument to add,” said her opponent. The arbiter immediately sighed in exasperation. She was hoping this would all move through quickly, but it turned out that both