Gideon Brodess の小説・ストーリー

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

His eyes gleamed with something twisted. “It’s time to revisit old deals and create new ones.” He looked at Dash, “Patrick Griffin must be thrilled.” Dash nodded, smirking. That look in Gideon’s eyes never meant anything good. Gideon Woodbead was about to play a game after years. And this time, He intended to enjoy every second of it. . . “So let me get this straight…” Draven’s voice cracked through the tense silence inside the car. “Someone tried to rob you in the basement.. you got lost looking for the restroom… took the elevator… and somehow ended up getting attacked?”

Quickly returning back to the room, I rummaged through the drawer for a book and a pen. ‘Cassian, there’s something you really need to know. Gideon is not who you think he is—Darth had stolen his body; Gideon never made it back from the desert. The enchanted bracelets prevent me from telling you the truth and he’ll know if I take it off. You cannot trust him!’ I placed the pen down to go through what I’ve written and my heart instantly fell into my stomach when I stared at the gibberish on the page. None of this was what I’d intended to write and yet, the words had turned into… this.

So, he slunk back to his seat like a kicked puppy. Brooke was beyond caring about him anymore. She didn't even spare him a glance. Horace didn't follow Jared right away. Instead, he turned back toward the hallway and gestured for the people outside to enter first. Then, Gideon walked in. "Mr. Blackwood, Mr. Durban—this way, please." Horace was exceedingly polite as he introduced the two men to everyone in the room. Everyone already knew Gideon; the other man was Clive Durban, a high-ranking official from the securities commission.

'Good job, I'm proud of you,' Gideon's voice filled my mind for the first time in two weeks. My heart swelled hearing the sincerity in his voice. I was pulled back from my position by two third ranks who hurried me out of the ring. I stole a glance over to Gideon who smiled at me. The third ranks led me behind the bleachers to a small medical tent that had been set up. Brody perked up from his seat next to the winner of the first fight. She was a small strawberry blonde omega named Cassy. "I knew you could do it!" Brody tugged me into a tight hug, both of us hissing out in pain.

All eyes were focused on me and I started to feel a bit self-conscious but I ignored the feeling. "Thank you, everyone," I verbalized in appreciation as I climbed the stage, trying to look and sound as if this was just something normal for me. "Okay. I am Giordana Quinton, who happens to be Ella's best friend. In fact, Ella is more than just a best friend to me. She's the sister I never had, one big blessing I'm forever thankful for. Ella, I love you so much and I'm so happy that God gave you a man like Drew.

"Look, it's the special forces! I've seen that man before. He's the second-in-command of the special forces, Gideon Sachs. He's a capable subordinate of Mr. Hills, and he's also a skilled ancient martial artist." "Wow, Mr. Murphy had someone of such status to come over… Things are going to get interesting." The people gathered there started to whisper to each other and looked at Woody in pity. Gideon took large strides, and there was a domineering air around him. He said, "Who was the one who had the guts to beat up my brother-in-law? They must be bloody tired of living!"

Omegas gather excitedly, pointing at decorations, touching walls like they're touching a forbidden world. I stand near the back, eyes burning. Brielle whispers, “You okay?” “No.” Seconds later, silence sweeps the room. A decorum falls like a switch being flipped. Someone steps onto the podium. Gideon. His eyes sweep the crowd, and a tiny smile touches my lips. Familiar face. Loyal face. Someone who isn't a nightmare. Brielle whispers, “He looks angry.” “He always looks angry,” I whisper back. He moves aside. Another man steps forward—long black hair tied back, expression unreadable.

"Timothy... he’s a ghost for a reason. Don't count him out of the fight yet." "I’m not counting him out. I’m counting what I'm going to do to Lity if he so much as breathes on him." Gideon prowled back to the door, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm. "Thinking about him alone with those Rebellion fanatics... it makes the beast want to tear its way out of my skin." Kan coughed, a wet, hacking sound. "What about Gam?" Gideon froze. Gammer Hayes. Their tech specialist and only friend. "I haven't seen him since I left to get the gear. He was on the Xbox. I told him to stay clear of the kitchen."

A strange chill rippled through the hall. Suddenly, a voice echoed from behind him. “Don’t go to him.” Frederick frowned. The voice came again…clearer this time. “Don’t go to him. Go to Gideon.” His heart lurched. “Go to Gideon.” Frederick turned sharply. Standing at the other side of the altar was Gideon—his best man, his closest friend. Gideon stood tall, calm, dressed immaculately, his eyes fixed on Sarah with an intensity that made Federick’s stomach twist.