Justice Will Be Served Romane & Geschichten

“You have it.” He said that too quick and too smooth. I notice it. Grief has sharpened everything today, stripped away the patience and left my instincts raw and wide open. “I want it called within the week,” I say. “Ocean present, all the evidence laid out formally in front of the council.” “Agreed. And if he’s found guilty?” “Then justice gets served. The same justice that applies to any man in this world who kills without cause and without permission.” I pause, throat tight. “The same justice Paolo never needed until now.”

She seemed to see beyond the immediate pain, to a larger purpose. “What do you mean?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. Betty's eyes met his, her gaze steady. "Revenge is about hurting people because they hurt us. Justice is about righting a wrong, about making sure that those who harm others are held accountable and it never happens again especially those who break the code." Mateo was taken aback by her words. Her tone was familiar, it was like listening to her father's voice, echoing in his mind. Mateo's chest felt heavy, his emotions stirred by her words.

"What did you tell him?" "That depends on you." Adrian stepped closer, eliminating the space between them. His fingers came up to trace her jawline, the touch feather-light but burning. "Do you want revenge, Ms. James, or do you want justice?" "Is there a difference?" Her voice came out breathier than she'd intended. "Revenge is emotional. Justice is strategic." His thumb brushed across her bottom lip, mirroring his gesture from earlier. "Choose carefully. Everything you do from now on reflects on me."

"Justice will be served here and now. You will get what you deserve for doing what you did. There will be no easy way out, no gentle treatment, and no fucking mercy." Keiran and then panther attached at the same time. I closed my eyes, enjoying Rowan's cries of pain. It was finally over.

Serena fought back with everything she had logic, empathy, passion but the momentum was against her. The older son sat rigid, jaw clenched, eyes flickering between hope and despair. Serena’s closing argument was both a plea and a roar. “Justice isn’t a game of assumptions. It’s a quest for truth, no matter how uncomfortable. If we convict an innocent man today, we betray that very ideal.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “I ask you all to look beyond fear. To seek what’s real. Because lives depend on it.” The room was silent. The judge’s gavel fell, signaling the end of the day’s session.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 —𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑.

My speech made every single person nodded their heads in agreements. “But, in these hard times…Aeternum will not falter…Aeternum will always care for every single of it’s citizen and all the good natures people that were out there…we will not stand aside and watched while the innocent were abused and tortured…that, will not happened as long as me, and my colleagues were here…Justice will prevails and the truths will be spoke out….With the power vested upon me, and the judgement from the Trial which were upheld and approved by the Lady of Justice…”.

Most likely, he’d be surprised and then gently advise her not to waste her time on something that was in the past. What she hadn’t expected was for him to smile. Even less did she expect him to look her in the eye and say, “I’ll help you.” This time, it was Yara who was caught off guard. “Mr. Lloyd, this has nothing to do with you.” “Do you remember the motto of Hudson University’s law program?” Of course, Yara remembered. “Fairness and justice are sacred and inviolable. I have a degree in law from Hudson too. How could something unfair and unjust not concern me?”

“…all of you sit at the edge of the same blade.” Judge Ellington cleared his throat. “We—we have always served justice, Boss. Whatever happens to the others, we—” “Spare me,” the Boss cut in, you served yourselves. You took the money, signed the papers, closed your eyes. You served me, and you served Kroos, and you served Marquez. But justice?” He laughed, shaking his head. “Justice is just the mask you wear while you eat.” The words hung there, bitter and true.

Then I whisper into the quiet, “Justice served.” And for the first time, I believe it.