Blue Bloods Joseph Reagan Novels & Stories

Reagan knew extremely well that he asked his men to burn down Rowan's mansion, and also to make sure he dies in that fire to avoid being a suspect since people believed he killed his father too. The mafia world is a dangerous game; one just has to be extra careful with any card he or she plays. "But you don't have to worry father, Rowan is dead now!" Hidalgo smirked, and then, he faded away as he left the stairs. Mr. Reagan was now slightly confused by Hidalgo's words as he furrows his brows, and he walks back to the sofa and sits down as he was now lost in a few deep thoughts. Meanwhile, Lucy who was still standing in the living room has no option but to retire back to the guest room.

Daisy, Albert and Joe wang watch in horror, what's going on? They all had the same question on the mind but still they know all know they can't move to her, a blue light slowly fill the room. "The energy is stronger this time" Joe wang said in panic "May Zhiang warned us about this" "And she did tell us not to do anything,He's almost here, we can't stop him"Daisy piped in breathing hard. " But she could get hurt, he trained may zhiang so I know"Albert shake his head and pat Joe wang shoulder.

I asked, eyeing him carefully. “It doesn’t matter…” “Joseph,” I said firmly. “Whose blood was that?” He looked at me for a moment longer before sighing. “Ryans.” My heart fell deep into my stomach. Ryan truly was back. What had Joseph done to him? “It’s going to be okay though,” Joseph reassured me, looking around my panicked face. “He’s never going to come near you again.” “Is he still alive?” I found myself asking, my voice going hoarse.

The room held its breath as his words were laced with a quiet dread, Klara wondered what this was about. Reagan hadn't discussed anything with her yet. Or... Was he about to reveal Reyana's true identity? The thought of it both terrified and pleased her. "What do you want?" Randall asked impatiently. Reagan walked further into the hall, "To share a concern," he replied. Randall's scowl deepened, but he conceded with a curt nod. "Speak your mind, then leave." "While you and your warriors focused on searching for the attackers' origin, I searched beyond the physical. I spent nights scouring every old, forgotten scroll I could find. And what I found chilled me to my bones." Reagan began.

Jett POV Elder Reagan reminded me of George Mahuta, the former chief-elder of the Golden Crescent. I was four years old but remembered the sonofvabïtch's face like I saw him yesterday. He was one of the males who was always on my dad's case about my mom. I hadn't thought about people like him for a long time until now. Looking at this elder in front of me had brought the dead guy to mind. "Elder Reagan," I said, his excitement irritating as hell. "Sophie Nile ran off. Out of the pack. Again. I went to get her. That's the situation here. No perfect solution is needed. What are you going on about?"

“My husband was stubborn and so was Reagan and neither of them was willing to budge, I mean the tension in this house was at it's all time high. The fued between our two packs Reagan found out from Jeho that's Oscar's father that is just wasn't about land, blood was spilled and that isn't something that can easily be rectified. Our pack was the one at fault and Reagan knew that there was no way her father was going to admit to it, the only other way was to kill him and even though she hated him at that moment, there was no way that she was going to kill him. She also knew that Oscar wasn't going to give up so she had to be the one to end things, it wasn't easy for her to come up with that de

"Boss Holmes?" Jate Woods was sitting in front and he looked at him. "It's the first time we're seeing each other, so let me introduce myself. My name is Jate Woods." "Eastblue city is my place!" Mike Holmes couldn't help but gulp when he heard the second sentence. If Eastblue city belong to this man, then who was Jate Woods? Then who was Rogers Reaggan? Who was this guy anyway? "Rogers Reaggan were merely working for me." The next sentence from Jate Woods was made Mike Holmes understand what was going on immediately. His face paled from fright.

This was the worst time in history. Reagan stepped fully into the frame. I expected him to raise his voice, but he really didn’t need to. I really couldn’t have a conversation between them, yet I dreaded it all the same. After letting his death stare while talking for a while, he finally used his words. “What do you want, Hart?” Anthony’s attention settled on him. “I came to see Elizabeth.” He didn’t stutter. The box in his hand suddenly felt heavier just looking at it. Reagan’s jaw tightened. “What did my sister tell you the last time you were here?”

"I know the type when I see one. Jane? She moves like a soldier, not a caregiver. Whatever she’s doing here has nothing to do with medicine." "Whatever Jane is doing here is none of your concern," I snapped, though my mind was already racing to re-evaluate every interaction I’d had with her. "So, I’m supposed to look into Cillian, Sarah, and Sterling... but I’m supposed to ignore the woman standing right outside your door acting as your nurse and anchor?" I stared at him, "Who are you? Really?" He leaned in, his shadow stretching across the bed, a chillingly calm smile spreading across his face. "I'm the real Joseph Reed," he whispered. "Not the puppet Sterling sent you to meet.”