Life After Divorce: The Rise Of Elijah Crawford

Chapter 9

"Did everyone catch that?"

The leader turned to each side, earning nods from his subordinates. "He says he doesn't give a hoot about the Luxe family. Now, I hate to repeat instructions but I'm going to give you one last chance to turn around and leave."

Elijah, unfazed, asserted, "I've got business inside, and not even a hundred of you are going to keep me out."

Anger and irritation flashed in the guard leader's eyes and his fist hurtled toward Elijah. With swift reflexes, Elijah intercepted the punch, countering with a forceful blow that landed squarely on the man's nose. 

Staggering backward, he cradled his bleeding nose, invincible stars spinning over his head.

When they saw their leader being attacked, the other guys rushed at Elijah.

 He grabbed one guy and used him to knock down two others. Then, he quickly moved back, dodging a kick and breaking the assailant's leg with his elbow. 

You could hear the bone crunching.

The guys pulled out their guns, and Elijah swiftly changed the direction of the first gun coming at him. 

At the same time, he took the gun from the person using a quick twist of his wrist. With smooth moves, he dodged the second guy, effortlessly using a combination of blocks and strikes to disarm him effortlessly.

Elijah, maintaining his calm demeanor, confronted the two remaining guards who stood in surprise. "It might be wise for you both to step aside," he suggested.

Reluctantly, the men yielded, allowing Elijah into the building. Elijah scanned the lobby for Rhonda before ascending the stairs. 

"You bastard,who allowed you into this building?" 

His ex-wife's sister, Laura, and his ex mother-in-law suddenly appeared from the corner and stopped him.

 Laura bore a strong resemblance to Rhonda but she was fatter, and well known for her greed just like her mother. 

Ignoring their question,Elijah faced them and asked coldly. "Where's Rhonda?"

"That's none of your business," Laura retorted. 

"I’m asking one more time.Where, is, Rhonda?" Elijah inquired again, his voice reflecting his anger.

"Whatever is happening here is not your business. Rhonda's on a romantic date with Kingston Luxe, and you're causing a disturbance. Haven't you caused enough trouble?" Tiana snapped.

"Yeah, why can't you leave us alone?" Laura added,folding her arms arrogantly.

Elijah glared at them. "Rhonda would never agree to a date with Kingston. Now you better move out of my way."

"Or what?" Laura challenged.

"Move, or I'll ensure every bone in your body is dislocated, just like those guards outside," Elijah warned, referring to the burly guards Mr. Kingston stationed.

Laura scoffed, "You expect us to believe that you, Elijah, took on the several guards posted outside?"

"Guard! Where are they?" Tiana urgently asked.

Elijah grew increasingly irritated by Tiana and Laura's behavior. 

He felt pity for Rhonda to have been born into such a family of traitors who would do anything including using her for their personal gains. 

Ignoring Tiana's call for the guards, Elijah inserted himself between them, forcing his path up the stairs. They gazed at him with apprehension, but neither dared to stop his progress.

As he stormed through the ornate hallway, he forcefully knocked down doors left and right in his search for Rhonda. 

Each room he entered was empty, increasing his frustration. 

Thoughts raced through his mind, considering the possibilities of what trouble Rhonda's family might have led her into. 

In anger, he kicked down another door, only to find an equally empty room.

Meanwhile, just a few more rooms away, Kingston fumbled with the clasp of Rhonda's bra, his fingers betraying a mix of eagerness and impatience. 

As the fabric finally yielded, he fixated on her perfect mounds, a sight that seemed to stoke the fire of desire within him. 

Rhonda, her senses blurred by the lingering effects of the drugs, summoned a surge of strength to resist. 

With a primal scream, she lashed out, connecting her foot with Kingston's vulnerable groin. A momentary agony twisted his features as curses spilled from his lips. 

Capitalizing on the opportunity, Rhonda staggered away from the bed, each step a struggle against the encroaching darkness induced by the drugs.

Her attempt at escape was short-lived. The drugs coursing through her veins claimed victory, and she crumpled to the ground.

In the room's oppressive atmosphere, Kingston's recovery was swift. 

His face turned to a menacing look as he closed the gap between them with deliberate steps.

 His hand seized Rhonda's ankle, and with a cruel determination, he dragged her towards the bedpost. 

She was effortlessly slid across the floor with graceful ease. 

Finally, lifting her with a brutal force, he cast her onto the bed, the mattress absorbing the impact of her weight. 

"I warned you that there's no escaping what's about to happen," Kingston said sternly. "I intended to handle this gently; don't force me to reconsider!"