Gideon Crew Series Novels & Stories

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.”

The green lines under the twins' skin were glowing brightly through their clothes, pulsing fast in perfect synchronization with a small, flashing antenna on top of the server. Gideon Ross stepped out from the shadows behind the crate, an elegant umbrella held over his head, a silver pistol tucked carelessly into his pocket. He looked at me and smiled his cruel, sociopathic smile. "You're exactly on time, Mrs. Blackwood," Gideon said smoothly, gesturing toward the folder in my hands. "But it seems your arrogant husband didn't listen to my instructions. My network spotters just picked up his SUV entering the underground garage at Blackwood Tower."

Back then, Gideon was still clean-shaven, idealistic, someone who believed data could save the world. Now he lived in the hull of an abandoned cargo trawler dry-docked on the outskirts of the port. The ship was rusted, tilted, as if caught mid-surrender to the earth. But its insides were reinforced with lead-lined walls and hardware that buzzed low like bees in the bone. Gideon greeted us at the edge of the dock, his eyes hidden behind mirrored lenses, his hands gloved despite the heat. “You brought the storm with you,” he said.

“You will not let this happen. Sebastian cannot discard my daughter. The Vaughn's cannot walk over us.” “They won’t erase us,” Gideon said calmly. “I built this family. I built this empire. And I don’t lose.” Celeste stepped closer. “Then do something. Now.” He said nothing. The war had already begun. Later that night, Gideon sat alone in his study. He didn’t rage. He planned. He pulled out his phone, scrolled to a name he’d never erased, and typed: Meet me tomorrow. 5 PM. Same place. You know why.

In the dim reflection of the dashboard lights, I catch the sharp, unmistakable silhouette of Gideon, a long telephoto lens is resting against the edge of the glass, pointing directly at us. "Should we confront him?" Eli whispers, his fists clenching at his sides. "No," I say, my voice dead and cold as I stare directly into the dark glass of the sedan. I wrap my arm around my brother's shoulder, forcing him to keep walking toward our truck. I climb into the driver's seat of the truck, slamming the door shut against the chill. _____________ > Author's Note:Caleb just secured the hard forensic evidence! 💾🔥If you are loving this take a moment of your time to add this book in your library and l

"She threatened me with them, Gideon. She told me if I didn't come back and drop the suit, Noah would lose his treatment. She told me his life was the price of my silence." "I know," Gideon said. He stepped closer, his eyes dark and intense. "I saw the documents myself. I realized then that my stability was built on your family's blood. I realized that I had been a part of a crime." "So, what happens now?" I asked. I gripped the water bottle tight. "Do I have to go back? Do I have to be the ghost in the east wing again to keep my brother alive?"

He was so furious that he might have an aneurysm. Gideon looked coldly at Jason and tossed him the gun, saying, "Deal with this." Jason caught it, his expression darkening. Gideon was an honored guest there by his invitation, so naturally, he had to ensure the safety of him and everyone with him. Yet, trouble had broken out on his own cruise ship. Judging from the ugly look on Gideon's face and his stormy presence, this matter wasn't over. It couldn't end with just two bullets in Liam's body. Jason had to "finish the job" to give Gideon a proper explanation.

Over the course of several weeks, the long distance relationship between Gideon and Isabel continued, however they gave each other time after work every day. But that isn't enough for Gideon, who misses Isabel, especially her hugs and kisses. But for now he has to stay in the City to fix the rift between his father and son regarding work. Grimo starts again at the beginning in Enterprise but he does not lose his envy whenever Gideon is known and always sought by investors. "I'm looking for Mr. Fierro to discuss the upcoming event here in New York,” said a businessman to the guard.

he exclaimed in disbelief when he finally recognized the approaching figure. Gideon remarked composedly, "The Crosby family from Oriville in the Wasteland. I hadn't anticipated you to have such a background. At first, I intended to stay out of it because dealing with an ordinary person isn't my concern. I planned to let Caius handle it. "However, the circumstances have evolved beyond what I expected. Since you're not just an ordinary man, I'll take care of this myself." Gideon waved his hand, unleashing a powerful energy that struck the men in black. They screamed in agony, coughed up blood, and collapsed into bloody heaps, their fate uncertain.

Gideon, one of the kidnappers, crawled to the phone and answered with a simple “hello.” The voice on the other end, male and authoritative, asked, “Did you manage to execute the job?” Gideon looked at his scratched hands and face, signs of recent turmoil, and hesitated before answering. “There was a problem,” he finally admitted. The male voice demanded details. “What kind of problem?” Gideon glanced at his two fallen comrades on the floor, dead, their bodies marked by claws, and began to explain with a certain uncertainty in his voice. “The kids... they're not normal.”