While Justice Sleeps Novels & Stories

She left the other half to give him if he needed it. I tiptoe into the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack. I don’t want the sound of the latch to wake Milo up. We all had a long night. He needs the rest. “What about you?” Justice asks. “What about me?” “When are you going to rest?” “Huh. I’ll rest when I’m dead or when Bronx takes over the pack. Whichever comes first, but at this rate, I may never get to rest.” “I’m proud of you, child. You’ve shown how strong you can be in the face of adversity.”

I whisper. Rowan nods once. “Get some sleep, Doc. If you can.” If I can. That’s the curse of it, sleep isn’t something you earn. It’s something your body grants you, and trauma turns it stingy. Near two in the morning, the house finally quiets into its uneasy truce. Liberty falls asleep with Rowan nearby, a protective shadow curled in the armchair. Jace sprawls on the floor like a dropped jacket, exhaustion winning. Kellan stands at the kitchen counter reviewing something with Miles in low voices, legal steps, evidence handling, camera replacements.

About to say something, she is cut off by the alarms. “Speaking of what we’re facing,” Justice says, putting down her towel and getting up. “Let’s see what we’re facing this time.” “Go ahead of me,” I say, “I need to grab my quiver.” Justice nods her head and we split. Ms. Justice: “What’s going on,” I say, looking to my left as SpeedBlade joins us. “Who is it?” “I have no idea,” JumpStarts answers, turning around with his stun batons in his hands. “This is a new person. Here. See for yourself.”

He stepped onto the mortuary gurney without a hint of shame, then spat on the body. "Exactly. If the dead thing couldn't stay alive, that's on him. I didn't do it on purpose. Why are you being so petty, Nathan?" Fury surged through me. I tried to stop him, but Vivian stepped in front of me and said impatiently, "Julian and his brother are only telling the truth. The man's already dead. There's no need to drag this to court." I looked at Vivian and suddenly felt as if I didn't know her at all.

“When you go back to Brentford… I want you to know I’ll be right here. Every step. Every truth.” Helena set the empty cup aside and leaned her head on her mother’s shoulder. For the first time in a long time, silence didn’t feel heavy. It felt healing. Scene — Elsewhere, Same Night Across town in a dim bedroom, Greg couldn’t sleep either. He stared up at the ceiling, Sophia’s recording still echoing in his ears. Justice wasn’t a distant hope anymore. It was near. Tangible. But it also had a cost. He rolled onto his side, looking at a picture on his nightstand. One of the whole group—before everything fell apart.

Ashton asked, glancing at his secretary. "Four weeks, sir." "See?! Four weeks! Four motherfucking weeks! You're hiding, you bastard!" Ashton was enraged. He pointed the gun even closer to the old man when he saw the tiny droplets of tears forming on the corner of the old man's eyes. You surely don't want to mess with Ashton Santocildez. You wouldn't dare.

The invite's message taunted me: [Moving on from past burdens, embracing a fresh start together. Past burdens? My son's life and our shattered home were just burdens they needed to move on from? I locked eyes with the man who shared my bed and hissed, "The ambulance won't come. If you truly care about Wesley, step out of my way now." His eyes widened in shock, and he staggered back. I ignored him, cradling Wesley Brock as faint tremors rippled through his fevered body, and bolted for the elevator. Chris's pounding footsteps and desperate shouts trailed me, but I blocked them out, racing to the car.

His and Ainsley's vile texts were his permanent stain. From his box, he screamed at me, "Brenda, you heartless bitch! After all we had, you're ruining me?" I looked at him calmly. "You brought this on yourself." As he was dragged away, he kept cursing at me. Julie tried rushing him but was stopped by bailiffs, collapsing and crying hysterically. Outside, Jonas extended his hand. "Congrats, Brenda. Justice is served." I shook his hand. "Justice prevailed." Life settled back to normal. I threw myself into work, earning a promotion to Deputy Chief Prosecutor for my stellar performance. I handled complex cases, delivering justice for many. My name became a respected hallmark in the city's legal

We hung up. Maya sobbed beside me, calling them heartless. I swallowed the bitterness and held her, comforting her until she finally fell asleep. Only then did I let myself rest. In my dream, I saw the beginning. Steven and I, just starting out. I was a top lawyer. He was a quiet rookie, thoughtful and sweet. He brought me lozenges after court. Waited to drive me home. One night, I was attacked. He saved me.