The Marvelous Elijah’s Return

Chapter 162

Chapter 162 I am your mother!!!!

Darting his gaze away from the door, DeeDee looked back at Elijah and then said, “I can‘t leave the country now. Thornton is a smart man… If he senses that anything is out of place for a transaction, he will back off from it and go into hiding…” The fear in DeeDee‘s eyes subsided as he continued, “If you want to catch Thornton in the act and lock him up for good, tonight is the night. He has a container of teen girls leaving in the morning hours by sea to be sold to a Brothel in Memphis, and it‘s too dangerous to wait for another day… Tonight, his guard will be down because everything is set for the transaction.” “So, are you agreeing to my offer?” Elijah asked. “Yes!! These past months, I can barely look into my grandmama‘s eyes out of shame, knowing that I work for the devil. When I close my eyes, I am disgusted with the nightmare I have. Thornton said

if he aces this transaction, he will reward me with a weapon… I don‘t want a gun, I want to further my education.”

“Okay then, what‘s the plan? It seems like you know Thornton best.”

There was a long pause as DeeDee thought, and then he finally answered, “The transaction starts at eleven… We leave at ten. You will have Thornton‘s location at nine. You have a connection, so I will leave it up to you to figure out who to send. Just know that

Thornton is not only a drug Lord but a gun Lord. Have someone ready to move my grand–mama the exact time you plan to strike Thornton because…”

Looking back at the door, DeeDee swallowed hard. Then he said, “…Because Thornton doesn‘t trust newcomers, and he always has eyes on us. That’s why you need to wait a couple of minutes after I

leave the pharmacy before leaving through the back door. A single mistake with this and Thornton will run down hell on all of us… and it will be a bloodbath.” At five–fifteen, Elijah was seated in the back of

his armored BMW X7 SUV, and knowing that his presence back in the country would have eyes on him, he pulled out his phone and dialed Mr. Bamford’s number.

“Can you get me in touch with the director of the FBI, like right now?” Elijah asked urgently. “You want to speak with Christopher?” Mr. Bamford questioned.

“Yes… On the phone.” “Concerning.”

“Something,”

The line went cold for a while, and then Mr. Bamford faintly chuckled before he said, “He will call you soon.” “Thanks,” Elijah uttered, staring at Dice, eyeing him in the rearview mirror.

“Are you not going to tell me what this is about–”

“Goodbye, Chief Constable.”

After his boss had ended the call, Dice met his gaze in the mirror and said, “You are not allowing the police to handle this?”

“If Thornton is as dangerous as they claimed, I don‘t want Bamford anywhere near there…” Elijah answered before putting away his phone.

“You are worried about him,”

“He has grown on me, but there are jobs for the police, and arresting a drug lord is not one of them because it‘s going to be messy if they do… So the FBI should handle this.”

As if on cue, Elijah‘s phone rang again, and he saw that it was an unknown number.

Slipping a finger onto the screen and pressing the answer icon, the voice on the other end of the line spoke, “Hello, Mr. Maxwell, this is Incumbent Christopher Hitchens, director of the Federal Bureau of

Investigation. I was told by Constable Frederick Bamford that you wanted to speak to me, sir!”

“Do you know Thornton?” Elijah asked bluntly. “Leader of the Dark Disciples gang… The Drug Lord and one of the largest dealers in the city. If that‘s who you were referring to, then yes, I know him. He had been on our most–wanted list for years.”

“That‘s good then. I have a tip on him. There is a transaction going on tonight… a container of young girls is going to be traded tonight, and Thornton is the one behind the transaction.”

The line went silent for a brief second before Christopher replied,” That is very interesting… May I ask how you got such a tip, Sir? We have been trying to get someone to Snitch on Thornton for years now…”

“My source remains a secret. Have your squad ready before nine because the information of his locations will come in by then, and have your man ready to advance at eleven–ten.”

After a brief pause, Christopher replied, “Understood, Sir… I will alert my man and have them ready.”

After the call ended, Elijah dialed Scorpio up, commanding the moment he answered the phone, “Get a few of our guys along with you to disguise themselves and watch over DeeDee‘s grandmother‘s house… The moment Thornton gets captured I need you to get her out of there immediately.” Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes, boss!” Scorpio responded.

Eight–forty, the sound of the water running echoed in the bathroom as Elijah stood under the shower, drenching the soap off him, and then a moment later, he entered the bedroom with a towel around his waist, picked up his phone off the nightstand and video called Peach.

Within one ring, she answered, her face popping up on the screen, and a smile appeared on her lips instantly, “I miss you.”

“I missed you two.” Elijah whispered, walking toward the bed, sitting down at the edge of the mattress. “Tell me about your day?”

Their call went on for a few minutes and then a message popped up on Elijah‘s screen, “Denmark port, 25 km to the north of Nashville. We are on our way. The buyers are already waiting at the

port.”

“Babe, let me call you back.” Elijah hastily said, ending the call when he heard Peach say, “Okay.”

Afterward, he called Incumbent Christopher, and the moment he answered, Elijah said, “Thornton is on the move. I am about to send you his coordinates, so be prepared to move.”

“Roger,” Christopher replied.

The moment Elijah ended the call, he texted the location, and then the waiting game was on.

Feeling too tense to call Peach back, Elijah got dressed and then dropped back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind running wide with thoughts until sleep overpowered him…

Twelve on the dot, the echo of his ringtone made Elijah jerk awake, sitting up and reaching out for his phone, and when he got it, he found Mr. Bamford‘s name flashing up on the screen and then answered, “So it was Thornton‘s location all along…”

“Did they apprehended him?” Elijah asked, sitting upright in the bed.

“There was an exchange of fire between the FBI and his gang… Thornton is dead. A few of his men are wounded, and Mathew along with his brother, Eli, has been caught, and they are being detained in a cell with the other criminals… They are the reason you went after Thornton, right?”

Silently, Elijah scrolled through his phone, and then he said to the chief constable, “Let me call you back.”

After hanging up, he quickly made a call, listening eagerly, and then he heard the sound of a breath on the other side of the call and immediately blurted out, “DeeDee?! I heard some of Thornton‘s men got wounded,” “Yes, Mr. Maxwell… But I am fine. I ran off the moment the FBI attacked…” Dee Dee answered, sounding a bit out of breath.

An incoming call interfered with Elijah‘s conversation with DeeDee, and he immediately accepted Scorpio‘s call, listening as he said, “We have DeeDee‘s grandma.”

Letting out a deep sigh of relief, Elijah buried his face in his palm, and then he responded to Scorpio. “Thanks.”

1:00 Am, Elijah sat in front of the TV, lost of sleep as he watched the news about Eli and Mathew‘s arrest, and then he decided that he was going to make one last call to teach the Jewel and her kids a lesson.

Darting his eyes away from the TV, he stared at his phone screen, and then scrolled through his contact, dialing a number, and when his call got answered, he commanded calmly, “Thomas, release the video of Melina.”

A scream echoed from madam Jewel‘s room, sounding through the house, followed by the sound of breaking glass as the broken

shards of vase hit the wooden floor.

The sound made Matha‘s stomach twist, hearing another excruciating scream from her mother–in–law, “No! No, no, no!”

Suddenly, her eyes widened as Dean rushed past her, and she grabbed his hand, making him stop, and lashed out at her, “Let

go!”

“Honey… She‘s already hurting. Let‘s not add salt to the wound.” Martha intervened.

But her husband yanked his arm free from her grasp and hurried out the stairs, bashing into his mother‘s room.

Panting, they both glared at each other, anger written all over their faces, and then Dean lashed out, “Are you happy now?! Huh!!!”

“No!!!” Madam Jewel sobbed, covering her head with both hands before hugging herself tightly as she rocked back and forth from where she stood. “This is all that bastard‘s fault!”

“Take credit for your mess for once, mother!!” Dean growled, clenching his fist. “You are the one who started this whole shitstorm!”

“You shut your mouth!”

“NO! This isn‘t just about you, Mother! You never thought of anyone else‘s feelings except yours!”

“I killed my husband to give you all this life of luxury, and your daughter!!! Your child, screw us up!!”

“When is it going to be your turn to take the blame?”

Scratching her hair aggressively as tears ran down her face, Madam Jewel paced back and forth, mumbling, “No, it‘s not my fault.”

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Then she suddenly stopped, grabbed a small antique vase off the table, and threw it hard in Dean‘s direction, smashing it against the wall, and causing a piece of the glass to tear his skin. “It‘s Peach‘s fault! It‘s Elijah‘s fault!! Not mine!! They… They are the reason… it‘s all their fault.. Everything!”

Suddenly, she collapsed onto the carpet, weeping hysterically while Dean watched her, stunned and speechless, unsure of what was happening to his mother.

“We have to finish them, Dean… we have to… that‘s the only way this family can rise to power and back to glory…” Madam Jewel cried, looking up at her son with mad eyes. “Please, Dean… Please.”

“You are sick!” Dean mumbled.

Turning his back to her, but then he hesitated when he heard her cry, “If Elijah and Peach don‘t die, I will end my life… Do you hear me! It‘s your choice! Which one is it going to be, son, your mother‘s life or those two scumbags?!”

Not saying a word, Dean sighed and walked out the door, shutting it close behind him as he listened to her scream, “Dean!! Dean…. Come back here, Dean!! You need to choose your side now!! I am your mother!!!!“,