While Justice Sleeps Novels & Stories

Because if he didn’t… I wasn’t sure any of us would be able to pull him out. Marco’s POV – The Next Day "Daddy, Daddy, wake up!" I groaned and rolled over, squinting against the morning light. Justice was standing over me, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Hey, son…" My voice was rough, my throat dry. "Where am I?" "On Abuela’s hard couch." No lies there. It felt like I’d been sleeping on a slab of concrete. My entire body ached. "What time is it?" "It’s breakfast time!" Justice grinned. "Mommy and Domie sent over food from our favorite restaurant, the one he likes to take us to."

"I know exactly what I'm chasing. Justice for the people you've hurt. For the lives you've taken." ‎ ‎The bed creaked as I shifted, trying to get a better look at him. The moonlight caught the edge of his jaw, the curve of his lips. He was smiling. The bastard. ‎ ‎"Justice?" he repeated, as if tasting the word. "Is that what you call what happened tonight?" ‎

His tone was soft and casual. Justice relaxed his back on the edge of the large round table where the rest of the enforcers had gathered for the meeting. "My memory fails me when it comes to answering that question." He replied. "Is that so?" Aaron, who was so used to answering a statement with a question, asked. Justice opened his mouth to say something when the door barged open and Mia marched inside with deeply furrowed brows. She had big bags underneath her eyes, like she hadn't had a wink of sleep the entire night.

Probably just like this — half naked, half asleep, and half stupid. He rolls out of bed in one chaotic motion, grabs his suitcase, picks it up, and practically dives into the bathroom to hide as Joy groans and stretches in her bed. I’m just petrified in bed, completely losing my shit. All I can think is: lawsuit, lawsuit, lawsuit. “Morning, sunshine,” Joy sing-songs as she moves to one side to shut her machine off. Suddenly, the room feels too silent. Way too silent. Too much. “Were you able to sleep, dear?”

When I woke up, the only thing on my phone was an apology from the lawyer. We had lost the case. With a sad smile, I went to my daughter's room to take her ashes away from this place. However, when I opened the door, I was stunned by what I saw. The once-gloomy room was decorated with colorful streamers, and instead of my daughter's black-and-white photo, there was a huge eight-layer cake. Seeing me come in, Jack yanked my hair. "Where's Cindy? Are you hiding her? Bring her out now!

So, I let my tears fall freely. I would make sure justice is served for my most beloved Grandpa. The next morning, I gathered the evidence and went to court. When I sat down, Stuart gave me a conflicted look. Madison even invited her lecturers and university classmates to her hearing. She said she wanted to clear her name and prove her innocence. Upon seeing the thick stack of evidence in front of me, she mocked, "Veronica, where did you come up with all this fake evidence? I'm telling you, made-up stories don't hold up in court. The judge won't help you just because he pities you."

Today was about action with every resource available to me and unearthing truth, bringing forth justice. The game is on. Then Drew entered the room just in time to watch me shedding tears with a handkerchief steaming my tears. Without arguing, he dropped the tray beside himself and rushed to me. "'What happened?'" Drew asked, concern etched all over his face. I shook my head furiously instead of answering. I continued to sniffle and cry into my handkerchief. He is just going to have to deal with it; he will never get me to open up about it.

"You all seem to be enjoying yourselves, but let me remind you not to forget the rules of the game. None of you has stated your sins for this round. Please hurry. One minute remaining." I quickly looked at the timer on the wall. With all the fighting earlier, we had completely forgotten about time. I opened my mouth to speak, but another thought hit me. If I revealed the full truth about my own crime, it could be used against me in the next round. Wasn't that exactly what happened to Dwayne? Suddenly, I understood the true nature of this game. It was called The Judgement Chamber, meaning they were judging us by our sins. If I wanted to survive, I couldn't reveal everything.

"What's the problem?" "Nathan found out," Willow sighed and rubbed her temples. "Well, that's great. That is if he's not filing for custody," Jayden said jokingly and Willow shook her head. "I don't want the press to find out about them. I don't want to be a part of any drama going on with the elites. I love my quiet life," she mumbled and Jayden laughed.

They bowed deeply to me, tears streaming down their faces, thanking me for ensuring the person who killed their daughter finally paid the price. I met their gratitude with a steady gaze. "You don't need to thank me. Uncovering the truth and ensuring justice is done is simply my duty as a judge." I looked up at the clear blue sky and smiled. 'Mom, after forty years, I have finally avenged you. And from this day forward, I will continue to uphold justice and stay true to the oath I made long ago.'