Novel & Cerita Blue Bloods Joseph Reagan

He looked at Reagan, displeased. " Get in the car." Zade commanded. Reagan smirked, moving towards Zade as he slightly pushed Josette behind him. There was a brief silence as the two men looked at each other, hatred reflecting in both eyes. But deep down, Reagan's heart pumped so fast, not because he feared Zade but because he feared what Madam Casey had said was true and that Josette had lied to him earlier on. But the truth stood clear right in front of him. Zade was Josette's husband.

Reagan glanced over from the fridge, grabbing a beer and tossing it to him. "I'm alright, same as always," Reagan replied, leaning against the counter with his own drink. "But seriously, how the hell did you manage to get out of prison? You were all over the news, bro!" he added. Reagan was one of Jasper's oldest friends, the kind of guy who knew how to find trouble—or, in Jasper's case, victims. He had a knack for locating women online, feeding Jasper's twisted needs. Jasper smirked, leaning back on the couch and cracking open his beer.

I tensed. "Yeah, fuck that, I thought I didn't care." "You .. young man." Brando Mikhaleov shook his head. They went back to talking business, something I really hated because I couldn't master anything about it at all. I tried to kill my boredom, maybe taking the time to go to the toilet would help but someone's face that controlled my gaze made me discouraged. Reagan. He's here. Another terrible man who messed up my life. Apparently I wasn't the only one who saw Reagan, from the way Rhysand's arms tightened around my hips I could tell that he had seen Reagan. And I know very well that this is not going to end well.

Even the partygoers who had been dancing just moments before had turned their attention to the unfolding scene. I felt Blaze shift beside me. “This is getting heavy,” he murmured. “Shh,” I whispered back, waving him off. “Believe you?” Austin said, his voice rising slightly. “How can I believe you when you can’t even explain what’s in front of me? You’re standing here telling me it’s fake, that someone’s out to get you. But Reagan, the only person who’s lied to me, time and time again, is you.” Reagan’s lips trembled, and she stepped back as if his words had physically struck her. “I-I didn’t mean to lie. I was trying to—”

Step by step, he walked towards Reagan, looking down on him from above. Reagan raised his head, looking defiant, "Zoey is just damn..." Before he could finish speaking, his neck was already gripped by Russell's large hand. Russell's knuckles protruded, the blue veins on the back of his hand taut, as he watched Reagan's face turn purple. He had no intention of holding back either. Reagan's eye whites were bloodshot and started to roll up. Russell gathered his strength and then threw the person out. Reagan was panting heavily, and he had no doubt that if it weren't for legal constraints, Russell would have surely killed him!

The large woman who I knew to be his beta close by. Everyone stilled. Even Thane reluctantly stopped fighting and the arms around him loosened as he was let go. King Reagan’s eyes swept the crowd, settling on me curiously. “Why am I not surprised?” He asked, his tone implying he knew who the culprit was. Well it definitely wasn’t me! I didn’t even know what had gotten into Thane. King Reagan stepped forward glancing at Bade’s bloody face before heading towards Thane. He stopped right in front of him.

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

It’s not my concern. "We’re looking for my father’s Beta, the only one who witnessed and knows what happened before and after my father’s death." Reagan’s voice cut through the air from behind me. I felt the twins move closer, so I instinctively held their hands. They still hadn’t fully healed from what their father had done. Reagan stepped in front of me. I was momentarily taken aback by his appearance. He looked utterly exhausted—dark circles under his eyes, messy hair, and pale complexion.

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"