Justice Will Be Served 소설 & 이야기

“Kayla doesn’t deserve this. No one does. We did the right thing.” Miss Soo-Jin smiled, a small, warm smile. “We did,” she said. “And we’ll keep doing it. We’ll protect her. We’ll protect all of us. Because that’s what family does. That’s what this office is supposed to be.” They stood there for a moment, looking at the empty desk, knowing that they’d done something important. They’d stood up for what was right. They’d protected someone they cared about. And they’d made sure that justice was served— not the kind of justice that destroys, but the kind that protects, the kind that lifts people up.

Even the defense lawyers seemed to know that their clients had no way out. “The damage they caused cannot be undone,” I said, my voice gaining strength with each word. “But I believe that justice can still be served. And justice, Your Honor, is not just about punishment. It’s about sending a message that actions have consequences. That no one, no matter how powerful, can escape the truth forever.” I turned to Dominic, meeting his gaze. There was so much I wanted to say to him, but now wasn’t the time. Not yet. For now, this was our moment to see justice done.

If his love was ever true, ever real, he wouldn't be able to cast it aside so easily. Like I can't. I glance at Evander, unable to look at him for more than a second, but our eyes catch and hold. I can't read the expression on his face, but it's stark enough to freeze the air between us. "Justice must be served," Evander says, his eyes going ice cold as he comes to this conclusion. My stomach drops again, this time along with my heart. I'm about to go forth into life packless, homeless, pregnant, and utterly alone.

I tried to answer as many as I could, keeping my voice calm. “I’m just relieved justice was served,” I told them. “This case wasn’t about me—it was about Zach. About giving his family peace.Derek took a life, and the court gave him what he deserved. That’s all that matters.” “But what about Gladys? Do you think fifteen years is enough for her part in this?” someone pressed. “I believe the judge gave a fair ruling,” I answered quickly, trying to push through as security attempted to make a path. “It was never about punishment alone—it was about the truth coming out.”

And he can be much stronger than Rampage! "You're an officer. If you are passionate in this profession, you can answer me with all your honesty. Now, answer me. What is justice?" I can see Lawrence worried to death about his father but can't do anything. His team pointed their guns to Rampage Kirk, but Uncle Mattias signalled them not to. So, they pointed it down, not letting their guards down. "Justice? There are many definitions for that. It could mean righteousness, neutrality, lack of prejudice, lawfulness, know no bias. And one in court. Justice is being used for fairly judgements and punish criminals who will be found guilty."

"On Vincent's arrest. I'm sure that feels vindicating." "It feels temporary," I admitted. "He'll get lawyers. Resources. He'll.." "He'll get out." Gianna finished. "Yes. I know. Which is why I'm offering again. My resources. My connections. To make sure he doesn't. To finish what you started." "You mean kill him." "I mean ensure justice." Her smile was sharp. "Real justice. Not the kind that depends on judges and lawyers and systems designed to protect men like Vincent. But the kind that's permanent."

"I want this to end without more bloodshed." He glanced at Adrian and Leonard. "You could all be dead tomorrow, or you could take this chance and live." Ariana’s fists tightened. She felt her blood boiling. "And what about justice?" she asked sharply. "What about all the people you’ve hurt?" Xavier sighed softly. "Justice is subjective, Ariana. The world isn’t black and white." Ariana looked at the envelope once more. She knew this was a trap. But if they kept fighting, their lives would truly be at risk.

It was my obligation to repair it, to reconstruct our organization with honesty and justice at its center. I turned away, my fury slowly diminishing, replaced by a feeling of contentment. The message had been delivered—loud and clear. No one would touch my wife and leave unhurt. No one would defame our company without suffering the penalties. As I walked away, I couldn't help but look back one final time, my eyes filled with a combination of disgust and victory. Justice had been served, and the men would forever face the scars—both physical and emotional—of their acts.

“As we all know, in Red moon, Justice is the foundation of a fair society, ensuring that everyone is treated with respect and dignity. It's about holding ourselves and others accountable for our actions and making sure that everyone has the opportunity to thrive. Right?” “Yes Alpha,” they responded. I continued, “But injustice occurs when we allow fear, prejudice, or power to cloud our judgement. It can happen when we turn a blind eye to suffering or allow wrongdoing to go unchallenged.” “Also true,” they said, nodding in agreement.

Swift feet steady at the sight of the fallen elders. Eleven of them lie battered, too many, taken by the cruel hand of death. My chest hollows. Nothing can stitch this grief. Nothing consoles. But I promise you all. I put the words out like a blade. “No matter who stands behind this, no matter why, you will pay. I will find them. I will make them answer. I will take judgment into my hands and become justice.” And Pelin said, “Make sure you all are well honored.”