Blue Bloods Jamie And Eddie Novels & Stories

Damian's pov As I stepped into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me was a blend of chaos and charm. Nora, my eight-year-old daughter, was standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach into a cabinet while Blue, the woman who had inexplicably turned my night into utter bliss, was packing a lunchbox. It was amusing to see Nora’s disdain for the task juxtaposed with her enthusiasm for watching Blue Bloods. She claimed it was as satisfying as ASMR, whatever that meant. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the scene. Their interaction was a curious mix of playful bickering and warmth, and I found myself unable to look away from fromBlue.

Amy can't be more annoyed by Jamie, he is just a beauty without a brain. "He has also stolen drugs from one of our men. It is worth half a million. We are gonna go for the drugs and take whatever money he has. I believe he has both money and drugs with him. Just a few days ago he took two million dollars of loan from the rival gang" Unlike Amy, Adam doesn't lose his cool. "You claimed to do research before doing work so you didn't know that?" Amy asks, shooting a pointing look at Jamie who just shrugs his shoulders.

Jamie gives the waiter a sign to bring up the menu, “Do you like Mexican food? Do you enjoy pozole, or beef tamales, or sunset margaritas?” Dylan smiles, “It will be my pleasure to follow your lead.” Oh dear Lord, listen to them! Now Jamie is having the exact same meal he had with Henry Nosrevi with the other man! How am I supposed to tolerate that!? “No, I can’t tolerate this!” Again, driven by my indignation, I grab my phone out and increase the blinking speed of the fairy lights wrapping around Jamie’s neck. But note that this time, I am going to do it with some music!

"We've had some clients fight and draw blood from each other now and then." I watch with a frown on my face as Evie sighs out loud. "The blood belongs to Jimmy Slater and there was too much of it for us to believe he had been in a fight. He is missing, along with Layla and your security footage."

I don’t care about the burning sensation of the liquor before the bartender was smiling at me. “Well, that was something. Anything happened?” He asked as I was looking at him. I think his name was Timothy or something. “Yeah, something like that,” I said as I was remembering the green eyes of that man. Aaron Covaci, a normal man that I met before I know the truth. Before I have to take him out because he was a blue blood. And not only regular blue blood but a pure one, one of the Originals. I sighed before I was asking for another whiskey that Tim was obliged to do it for me.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

Without Diego, it was hard to gauge whether it was the medication or the aftermath of everything that had happened. “I don’t know,” I groaned, my frustration clear. “I didn’t expect any of this.” “Frederick will be back,” Jamie said, his voice tinged with urgency. Blood was smeared on his chest and neck, and he winced as he wiped his face. “We gotta be prepared.” “I got this, I swear,” I said, trying to sound confident. But their stressed-out faces told me I must’ve missed something crucial while I was unconscious.

She must have put it on during the fight. “Get her out of her!” Eddie yelled. Janie whirled around and dashed away with Beverly. Eddie blinked a few times as he looked at the man who was bleeding all over the faded area rug that had been his mother’s. The man coughed. Blood spurted out of his mouth. Eddie slowly stood up as he kept his eyes on the bastard. His vision cleared enough for him to walk to the man. He stared him dead in the eyes. The man tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was more blood. His body shook and jerked as his face went pale.

He stepped forward quickly, wanting to separate them, but just as he did, Eddie turned to face him. Ezra froze. His eyes widened as he recognized Eddie, and he couldn't hide the disbelief in his voice. "M-Mr. Jameson?" Eddie stood beside Shermaine, the two of them a striking pair—one serene and elegant, the other handsome and refined. It was as though they were made for each other.

nodded Jamie solemnly. Ballie was a friend, and Jamie couldn't let her fears of being experimented on prevent her from making sure her friend was okay. A saner person probably would've listened to those fears, but unfortunately for Jamie, she left her sanity behind when she wasn't a toy poodle trying to either imprison a man for life or kill him herself. Jamie found her walk to the med bay way too short. A moment later she entered, and Andy was there, having already set everything up to take her blood.