Blue Bloods Vanessa Ray Novels & Stories

“You said we could help each other. What do you want from me?” Vanessa leaned forward, lowering her voice. “I need someone who knows the Blackwoods. Someone who’s been in that mansion, who understands how things work there.” Evelyn frowned. “Why? What are you planning?” Vanessa smiled slowly, but her eyes were cold. “Let’s just say I have unfinished business. And I need someone I can trust to be my eyes and ears.” Evelyn tilted her head. “And what’s in it for me?” Vanessa slid a small brown envelope across the table. Evelyn looked at it, then back at her.

Then he said softly, “Rafael can only hide behind her for so long. When she stops being useful, he’ll cut her loose. He’ll pin everything on her and disappear.” “And she’ll run to us,” I said. “Or come for us.” He turned toward me, his hand brushing my hair from my face. “She won’t get near you. Or Micah. Or Zaya. Or Lucian.” I believed him. I had to. But the walls felt too thin when you knew what your enemy could do. The next day dawned clear for the first time in weeks. No rain. Just cold sun across the garden. Vanessa was gone by six — off to meet the Financial Crimes Unit, hand-deliver files, push the last domino.

Stepping closer, she locked eyes with Beatriz, her frown deepening as she asked, “What have you done to my daughter? Where is she now?” “Hah, if you’re so capable, why don’t you investigate it yourself? Why come to me?” At these words, Vanessa nearly lost her composure and bent down to pick up the knife from the floor. Seeing Vanessa’s demeanor, Raymond’s heart raced; he was about to urge her to calm down when Beatriz added fuel to the fire, “Do you dare to kill me, Vanessa? Do you really believe that if the news of my death spreads, your daughter will remain unharmed?”

The blue-colored eye guy! "Who exactly is this Vanessa?", Kaylee asked immediately as she turned her head back to face Anna. * * *

"You need authorized access or someone with Melvanie's bloodline to get through." Shit. "How do we get authorized access when Melvanie's the one who'd have to authorize it?" "We don't." A new voice, cold and flat, comes from the far end of the corridor. We spin around. Vanessa stands there, alive and whole, looking exactly like she did before Zane supposedly killed her. "Miss me?" She smiles, but there's something wrong with her eyes. They're vacant, glassy, like she's there but also not.

The engine was still running, and the privacy partition was raised between the driver and us. I hadn’t noticed the car stop. The last few minutes had passed with my mind trapped somewhere between Nessa, Vanessa, and the toxicology result that had no business pointing me toward a dead woman. Vanessa had been half-asleep in my bed, twelve years ago, reading one of those strange medical articles she liked to collect, her hair all over my pillow and a pen between her fingers. She had tapped the page and said, almost lazily, that if she ever needed to kill a man, she’d choose that one.

“If you help me, I owe you one. If you don’t, I’ll make sure the next time your name comes up in the mafia’s circles, it won’t be good.” Abel grinned lustfully. Ouch, the queen herself. “I like this version of you. So feisty.” “Abel,” Chad called out, enough and got down with business . Answer the question: Do you have something or not? Abel chuckled; he dashed his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his boot. “Relax, everyone, I do have something.” I crossed my arms. “Then start talking.” Abel’s expression darkened slightly. “Vanessa isn’t just another player in the game. She’s a hunter. She specializes in tracking down people who don’t want to be found.”

Vanessa said with so much confidence. Glaring at her step-sister who was in so much pain, Vanessa rose to her feet and started to make her way in. “Ma, She’s bleeding!” Enoch, the head security, said to Vanessa while pointing at Hailey who was groaning in pain. Blood was gushing from her head. He could also see blood drip down her leg. Vanessa stopped in her tracks to take a look at Hailey. She smiled when she saw blood stains on her leg, knowing that was exactly what she wanted to achieve.

"Anastasia?" "AHHH!" My shriek bounces off the empty walls. I spun, happiness settles in my chest. Vanessa rolls her wheelchair back my eyes nearly pop free of their sockets. "Vanny, you're in a wheelchair?" I asked with confusion prudent in my tone. Her hair has streaks of blue on the tips, she looks stunning. Skin tanned, probably from a vacation in a sunny area. Her eyes are still pearl blue, but the wheelchair is throwing me off. "You don't remember?"

“A plan like this must’ve obviously taken months of meticulous planning. And even if Halloway wanted to clear up all the evidence, there must’ve been something she left behind.” Vanessa has finally reached the end of her rope. She pushes me away gently and struggles to her feet, facing the men. “You guys are bird brains, I swear to God. Don’t you realise that you’re both missing the point?!” She screeches. Mason and Damon stare at her like she’s grown horns. “What’s that?” “Halloway.” She deadpans like that one name will solve the entire problem. When both men still continue to give her odd looks, she huffs and puffs in impatience, sending a long suffering look to the ceiling.