The Marvelous Elijah's Return

For a moment, Mr. Fangio looked confused, and then he let out a quiet sigh and leaned slightly towards

Elijah.

“You’re a smart guy, aren’t you? Just listen to me.” Mr. Fangio said, lowering his voice slightly. “After what

happened to my men, I should be trying to end you, but I am not going to because I am an open-minded

me.” “Thank… you?” Elijah uttered, his words dripping with sarcasm.

But Mr. Fangio only chuckled lightly before reaching over and grabbing a drink from the table, and then

he sipped the alcohol quietly, his brow furrowing once more. “I want you to work for me, Elijah… I am

willing to hire you, and also, I want to meet the leader of the…” Mr. Fangio paused, glancing at Matt

briefly before continuing, “the gang you are in… I want to hire them all, but you are what I need now.”

Holding in his laugh at Clyde’s arrogance, Matt stared at Elijah and then at the Lobster

Frittata, a two thousand dollars breakfast that includes ounces of Sevruga caviar, an entire lobster, six

fresh eggs, cream, chives, and lobster sauce, served over a bed of Yukon gold potatoes… even Clyde

looked shocked when Elijah ordered them like his wallet had gotten hurt a little.

“You want to own me… Hmmm, I am listening.” Elijah stated slowly, placing both hands on the table,

watching Mr. Fangio closely, waiting for his response. “What’s your price?” “I know how awful your status

has been in this country and how people treat you, and I want to change things…” Mr. Fangio stated

firmly, his deep dark eyes boring into Elijah’s. “If you carry the title of my man, that will immediately

change people’s mindset about you and give you a status that most people will respect…”

Seeing Elijah yawn all of sudden, Mr. Fangio felt a sense of rage, but he masked it quickly by clearing his

throat and saying, “Once you convince your boss and the other members of your fang to work for me, I

will pay you handsomely, and you will not have to squat in that motel

because I will allow you to live in one of my headquarters.” “One billion dollars,” Elijah mumbled,

reaching for his glass of wine and taking a sip. “What did you say?” Mr. Fangio muttered angrily,

struggling to conceal the fury building within him. “I didn’t hear you.” Huffing, Elijah set the glass down

and stared straight at Mr. Fangio, his face stoic as he mumbled, “A billion dollars to have me think about

siding with you…” A spark of anger and frustration flickered across Mr. Fangios’ face as he slammed his

hands on the table in a fit of anger, glaring at Elijah, lashing out, “Do you think that highly of yourself?!”

But he didn’t get a rise out of Elijah and he suddenly burst into laughter, looking up to stare at the ceiling

while he continued to laugh hysterically, tears forming in his eyes.

“How arrogant can this bum get!” Mr. Fangio exclaimed, wiping tears from his eyes. “You’re just some

nobody with a bad reputation who happens to be part of a big gang that caught my attention, but you

think that makes you worth anything?!”

Lowering his head, Mr. Fangio glared at Elijah with an almost crazed look, his chest rising and falling

rapidly as he took in large gulps of air, and then closer, he snarled at Elijah with a wild look in his eyes,

his tone filled with venom, “Do you think anyone will even want your sorry ass for more than five

thousand… your worth is.” “So you don’t have a billion dollars to hire me?” Elijah casually interrupted

with a calmness that seemed far out of place in this situation. And that made Matt realize his boss was

just messing with Mr. Fangio, and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing softly under his breath as he

shook his head. Mr. Fangio narrowed his eyes at Elijah and lashed out at his confidence, “No I fucking

don’t have that much money for myself before I will have it to give it to a piece of shit like you! And even

if I wanted your worthless ass working for me, your boss is who I really want to talk to!!” Silence followed

his words as Elijah focused on his breakfast, slicing the knife through the lobster meat, and then he

raised an eyebrow and glanced at Mr. Fangio before picking up the lork, stabbing a few pieces, and

bringing them to his mouth.

“My boss is worth a couple of billions of dollars and since you can’t even afford a billion, I don’t want to

waste my boss’s time with you.” Elijah calmly stated and put the fork back on the plate.

Like his face was about to explode from anger, Mr. Fangio stood up abruptly from the table and glared at

Elijah, “You will do as I command, or I will find someone else that will!” “Feel free to explore your options,

but you will just be walking in a circle,” Elijah said with a blank expression, picking up his wine glass.

“You.” Mr. Fanglo shouted, looking out of breath from rage and frustration as the color drained from his

cheeks, as he clenched his fists tightly. “You insolent little fucker.. I need to VASO myself alter this

shitshow!”

Shrugging silently, Flijah focused back on the wine glass in front of him, drinking it slowly without any

pionon, his mind clearly elsewhere.

Vintahing him quietly for a second, Mr Faupio closed his eyes for a moment before opening;

them again and then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him

“Wow, he is pissed…!” Matt commented with a grin, glancing toward Elijah’s smirk.

“Hmmm,” Elijah hummed quietly, finishing the rest of his glass

For a couple of minutes, the room was quiet until the door suddenly burst open and three restaurant

security walked in with the waiter

“Mr. Darius, I was told you were going to pay for your dishes, and this is your bill” The waiter stated,

putting the paper on the table. “Where is Mr. Fangio?” Matt asked, shocked by the sudden demand from

the waiter

Quietly, Elijah stood up, and the restaurant security immediately blocked the door, glaring at Elijah

threateningly “Mr. Darius, you need to pay your bills before you can leave this restaurant,” One of the

security guards spoke sternly, crossing his arms in front of his broad chest. “I know, but I am not putting

my credit card into any of you guys’ hands,” Elijah replied, raising his eyebrows. “So take me to the front

desk,” A look of confusion crossed the waiter and security’s faces as they glanced at each other, and

then one of them hesitantly opened the door, allowing Elijah to go outside with Matt. Then they escorted

them closely until they arrived at the front desk, gaining everyone’s attention to see Elijah being escorted

by the restaurant security guard like some kind of criminal, and Matt followed closely behind them.

“I would like to clear my bill,” Elijah mumbled as he pulled out his wallet, took out his card, and rested it

on the counter.

The whispering grew louder as customers stared, wondering what was going on and what Elijah had

done again, Picking up the card, the receptionist looked at the four-figure bill, eyed Elijah, and then the

security before swiping the card. The transition immediately went through and her eyes widened, her

body went to a standstill as she stared blankly. “My card,” Elijah uttered impatiently.

“Huh! Oh, sorry, Mr. Darius… We didn’t know…” She blurted out way louder than she intended out of

nervousness.

“Hand me my card.”

“Yes, sir.”

A sense of curiosity washed over the customers in the room brause of the volume of her von and her

sudden humbleness towards Elijah.

“What is going on here?” Mr. Fangio’s voice roared in the room, suddenly appearing, like soine hero

ready to save the day, approar hing the desk