Criminal Minds Who Is Gideon の小説・ストーリー

"Arrange for a psychiatric assessment," Gideon said coldly. The lawyer pushed it through quickly, and the report confirmed that Lena was perfectly sane. With the Harts pressing the case, the court sentenced Lena to 30 years for kidnapping, conspiracy, and endangering public safety. As Lena was dragged away in handcuffs, she broke down completely, but nobody spared her a glance. After that, Gideon took down his rival, completely destroying them and leaving them bankrupt. Throughout all of it, he kept me in the loop. He texted me with updates, reminded me to take my medication, and asked whether I had managed to sleep.

Gia Martin is suffering from acute trauma-induced mental disorder, has no memory of the incident, and is deemed not criminally responsible. Gordon looked up and met Ronald's eyes. Outside, dusk settled in. The distant noise beyond the police station rose and fell like the tide, relentless and unending.

I snapped. “He does, but you don’t deserve to go to jail,” Gideon said. “Anyway, I am here to stop that from happening, and this is also to inform you that we are here,” Gideon added. I looked out of the car and saw a dilapidated brothel in front of all. It was a dingy neighborhood, quickly reminding me of where I grew up. Shivers ran through my spine, because it just made everything difficult, but I had to contain it.

I called. Gideon and King Cian stepped inside. Gideon’s face was tight, shadows carved deep around his eyes, a slim folder tucked under his arm like a weight he didn’t want to carry. Cian shut the door behind them himself, the soft click of the latch sending a prickle of warning down my spine. Never a good sign. “Tell me you have something,” I said before either of them could speak. Gideon crossed the room and dropped the folder onto the desk. The thud was quiet, controlled—and final. “We finally broke open the trafficking thread,” he said. “Not the mall attacker—but I’d bet just about anything that was tied into the same network.”

He was a notorious kingpin in Solandra who often lurked in the waters of the Golden Triangle, with thousands of lackeys under his command. During their last encounter, Pierce was heavily injured, while Gideon also suffered a huge financial loss. It took Gideon until now to fully recover. The police had been relentless, just like flies that were difficult to get rid of. "I won't hesitate to kill you right now. This is for my fallen brothers." Despite saying that, Gideon didn't make a move right away. He was worried that Pierce might be bait for an ambush nearby. "Mr. Graves, please come aboard. I personally came all the way here to ask for your help," Pierce simply said.

Leo finally said softly “We just need to have patience. No matter how long it takes.” So we waited. I held Mommy’s hand with both of mine, and Leo sat close beside me. Every time I felt sleepy, I pinched myself to stay awake. I was scared that if I closed my eyes for even a second, she might be gone when I woke up. And I couldn’t lose her. I wouldn’t. Gideon’s POV The word wolfsbane lingered in my mind for a long while. It stuck into my mind like a smoke, cruel and bitter as if it was mocking me. That maid, my only lead, was found dead in prison. Poisoned in my own prison, under my own command.

Her eyes moved between Amara and Lena—back and forth, searching for sense where there was none. “What is happening?” she asked, her voice breaking slightly as Lena rejoined Damon in a hug. Damon held Lena tightly, one hand cradling the back of her head, his jaw clenched as if the room itself might lunge at her. Lena buried her face briefly into his chest, eyes shut, breathing him in like proof she was still real. Across the aisle, Gideon was already in handcuffs. Two officers held him firmly as they guided him toward the exit. His composure had completely disintegrated now—his earlier polish replaced by something feral, uncontained. His suit hung crooked on his shoulders, his tie loosened, h

"Submit the evidence straight to the federal prosecutors. I want every single one of them to pay!" After hanging up, Gideon looked at me. There was a mix of anger and pain in his eyes. "Honey, you've been through so much," he said. "The truth about the attack is that Cindy hired people from the black market. "She didn't want to kill you. Her goal was to keep your state of mind forever in childhood, leaving you mentally disabled for life." Hearing that, I was shocked. My voice shook as I said, "Why? I never hurt her. Why would she do that to me?"

The thief never spoke up about it either. No one would believe anyone would hide the person who killed their own mother, so Gideon was released. But as soon as he stepped out of the station, a group of homeless men grabbed him. They forced him to keep donating blood so they could cash in on the reward. "More blood? I can't anymore. Wait until my wife's had the baby." After just a few days, Gideon was barely recognizable. He looked gaunt and drained. But the one thing that never changed was his rotten nature.