Gideon Crew Series Novels & Stories

“Mostly.” I looked at Ace. “You wanna play good cop, or should I?” He was already moving. “I’ll drag him in. You make him cry.” “That’s romantic.” --- Gideon was thirty, maybe, with a bad haircut and a worse attitude. Blood stained his jeans, and he glared like we’d inconvenienced him by not shooting him outright. “You must be the infamous Brielle,” he said through gritted teeth. “Infamous has a nicer ring than wanted,” I replied sweetly. “Tell me, Gideon, you always volunteer to get shot for your boss?”

His entire life before the Garden – his parents, his sister, his hooker ex-girlfriend, his pimp and drug-dealer days – had been firmly forgotten when the Master called him to serve at his side. “There’s a police officer named Briley Cross that I need you to go visit,” Gideon said. “She has full access to the traffic cam footage, and I need you to get copies of it for me. I want to see all traffic going in and out of town for the past two days and nights.” “Master?” “You have a question?” “Yes, Master.” “Go on.” “You don’t want traffic video of the bus that Servant Iris took out of town?” “No. Guardians Aaron and Ezekiel will get the video from our contact at the bus station, just to see if I

“Tell me, Annabel… how much do you really know about Elijah? About what he’s done to keep his power?” “I know enough,” I replied, though the doubt had been festering for days. “He’s ruthless, paranoid. But I don’t need you to tell me that.” Gideon chuckled, a low sound that grated against my nerves. “Ruthless and paranoid are only the beginning. You think he’s a tyrant now?” He stepped closer, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “When I was his second, he tore through anyone who even hinted at disobedience. He betrayed his own council, threw his closest allies to the wolves to secure his position. I barely escaped with my life, but not before I saw what he’s truly capable of.”

not that one could ever be prepared for something like that. he continued to pull me until i was beneath him, my struggle nothing but a futile attempt at escape. he then began to run his hand up my leg and suddenly as hes about to tug at my clothing a howl rips through the air. Distracted, Gideon looks up toward the direction the howl came from. i used this opportunity to knee him in his private area and scurry backwards away from him. he grabs onto me again and one of the guys that had came with them ran up to us panting heavily "Gideon kill her and lets go we're being attacked" he says almost out of breath

Fearful that my father had been correct about us both being imprisoned, I was surprised by Cedric patting my upper arm and telling me to relax. “Who is your red-eyed companion?” I questioned him. Chuckling, he replied, “That's Gideon Landers, the former Council assassin, but he's retired now and only comes to help when asked.” Concerned, I asked him if my dad would be disposed of, and he narrowed his green eyes and shook his head. “An investigation will be conducted, and he will likely get sentenced to a few years or more for being untruthful, ” he explained, and I exhaled deeply.

Around him were the men he’d hired Marco, a man with a shaved head, broad shoulders, and a scar that bisected his left eyebrow cracked his knuckles and leaned forward. Tomas, small, clean-cut, had that pinpoint focus in his eyes. Diego, younger, restless, drummed his fingers on the table like a metronome. They spoke little at first, letting rain and cigarette smoke keep the silence warm. “All right,” Gideon said as he flicked ash into a dented tray. “Hale’s out of the country,” he said. “Word is he’ll be gone for weeks.”

"We've told you a million times—Gideon's way outta your league. You really thought he'd marry you?" "He's played you, what, eight, ten times? And you STILL fall for it? You're hopeless." I bit my lip so hard it stung, fingers digging into my own skin. Gideon, done raking in the cash, strolled back like nothing. "What's wrong, Madison? Not happy?" Then he turned to his crew. "Hey, chill out. It's Madison's big day. Don't pick on the birthday girl." For a second, I almost thought he grew a conscience.

NEW YORK CITY: Gideon sat in the conference hall alongside Judy. He was expecting Stephen Wales and his legal team. He had a deal to strike that morning. Judy had earlier drafted a document containing a proposal and the contract rights which was signed by Gideon. If the contract works, Wales will be supplying whiskey to Gideon’s bar and Wales whiskey will place Gideon’s business in a high place because the brand is popular and associated with the rich and classy in New York. Gideon was tensed and Judy could sense it. She knew how important the contract is to him and she prays it clicks so they’ll get to celebrate and she will love to see Gideon happy. She was tensed too. "Everything will be

"A massacre? Explain." "He’s hiring a local street crew—disposable muscle, to 'attack' the convoy," Marrow explained. "The plan is to create a massive gunfight in the middle of the yard. During the chaos, Silas’s own snipers will execute Gideon and the street crew. He’ll blame the whole thing on a gang war gone wrong. By the time the police arrive, Gideon is dead, the evidence is burned, and Silas walks away with clean hands." "When?" I asked, my voice dropping to a low growl.

Davis's POV “Gideon had confirmed being asked to do some task relating to the kidnapping of a child but was immediately asked to drop the job” Vincent explained as we walked out of the room. “What's that? Who's Gideon?” I raised a brow as I walked out of the room, leaving the fucking doctor to cough his lungs out. “A leader of a small gang in Westfield. He is one of the men sent last time for the mission with Austin” Vincent explained as he went on to show me the guy's picture on his phone.