Aaron Hotch Hotchner Novels & Stories

As I walked away from him, another man was approaching me. Haden. Just what I needed. "Is it important?" I snapped as he began to follow me. "Last time you had to lead anything of this scale on home turf it was against Ayas," he said, "It's an honour to fight alongside the great Alpha Loren rather than against you." "Fuck of Haden," I replied, "I don't have time for your pointless wittering." "I just wanted to let you know you have my full support," he said.

Inspector Michael hesitated at his words. Such a thing was not allowed. But Aaron had influence. He was rich and rubbed shoulders with high officials, so he got special treatment. “You can interrogate him as you wish. Just don’t kill him... or make him bleed.” Aaron smirked and cracked his knuckles. He responded. “I’ll make him regret the day he was born.” Aaron and Enock were given access to the interrogation room. The monitoring camera was switched off to give them privacy.

His eyes swept the room and landed on Chantelle, and they immediately lit up with interest. "You must be Ms. Chantelle Garcia, Governor McCormick's secretary, right? I'm Special Ops Agent Hank Armstrong, code name 1414. I'll need your full cooperation for the upcoming work!" He stepped forward, reaching out eagerly for a handshake. Chantelle frowned slightly before reluctantly shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you." Hank smiled. "From what I can see, these poisoned patients won't be ready for questioning until tomorrow. So, I'm free for the night. Ms. Garcia, how about dinner tonight? We can discuss work."

"I need to know Fred Jack Houston's unit number, it's important, so please let me know. He's working on a confidential case, please." Seeing how Diana pleaded, the receptionist became reluctant. "Luna, you don't have to beg, I'll tell you." She checked the computer. "Mr. Houston lives on the 15th floor, unit number 151." "Thank you." Diana immediately ran to the elevator and headed to the location she had been told. She also didn't stop to call Alpha Darren, hoping by some miracle the call would pick up. "Don't drive me crazy, Darren. Come on, answer the call. You're not usually like this. You're always back home no matter how late it is. What the hell happened to you?"

I assure you that will always happen. "Sir, there is a guest who wants to meet you." Austin danced his eyebrows perfectly, then he looked at the employee in front of him because he had no idea who the guest was? Because today Austin didn't make any promises to anyone at all. "Isn't it Azhari that I don't have any promises to anyone? Why suddenly there was an appointment and a guest came here? Is there a schedule that I missed, right?” “She is a female lawyer named Helina. The woman said that this was such an important matter that you had to meet immediately."

“Aiden’s working on polishing the business plan. I heard your friends will be coming later to celebrate and talk about it at the same time.” My gaze was pinned on Aiden, narrowing my eyes as I studied his face and body movement from afar. He looked like a different Aiden, someone focused, and though I could not hear them from here, he seemed to talk to Aaron with more authority. “Umm… What’s Aaron’s job?” I turned my head to the woman beside me. “Aaron’s a Chief Operating Officer,” Sasha answered nonchalantly, her eyes on the screen of her cell phone. “Wow!” I blinked, staring at Aaron as he nodded at Aiden like he was agreeing with something. I glanced at Sasha again. “And you?”

His gaze lifted, and he arched one brow when he saw me. Aaron was my father’s personal secretary and head of security. He was in his late thirties, always dressed in crisp black, and eerily calm. The women in the household often whispered about how attractive he was, blushing at the mere thought of him glancing their way. Honestly, I didn’t see what they saw. Sure, he was good-looking, but I didn’t find him attractive. I found him terrifying. If Richard was a dangerous psychopath, then Aaron was a trained killer.

Jane and I decided to stop by at a restaurant to have lunch outside on the patio table when I remembered they used to date. "Not really. We didn't really date for long. Jake kind of snatched me away before we could get serious," she giggled. "He didn't say what it was like when he was younger or anything like that? Any major event that happened in the past?" I asked. "No. What's with these questions? Did something happened between you guys?" Jane looked curious. "Nothing happened. I guess I am just being nosy," I laughed nervously. "Right...look, Aaron used to terrorize people in our high school. We all know that. Other than that, I don't think he has a shady past. And he changed for the bet

We were just talking. By the time the clock on the wall crept past 4:00 PM, I hadn't moved from my seat once. I hadn't taken a sip of water or looked away from the glare of the dual monitors, my entire focus consumed by the desperate need to drown out the terror of my father’s messages. Without a word, Aaron suddenly stood up, his heavy chair scraping against the floorboards as he walked out of the conference room. I didn't look up, assuming he was heading to a team brief. Five minutes later, the door clicked open again. Aaron walked back inside, stepping up to my side of the table, and placed a high-protein peanut butter bar directly beside my laptop keyboard.

"Aaron, this is Nicholas Hendrick. You'll recognize his name from the hefty bank deposit, I'm sure." Aaron, a nerdy, lanky guy who smells vaguely of hot dogs stands up and extends his hand. I shake it because it would be rude not to. "Aaron. I guess you were able to clean up the video?" "I was. It took some doing and no way the people the Boston PD work with could have done it. It's good you brought it to me." "Is that right? Let's see it."