Gideon Goddard 소설 & 이야기

What was Graham doing trying to get close to me like that? ***** I noticed that Gideon was good at talking when he wanted to; he kept talking to Graham, asking him some subtle questions while he tried to investigate my brother. “So you said you were working at Ford Buildings as a construction machine operator? Where exactly is this infrastructure? I’ve never heard of it here,” he asked Graham as we sat at the table.

Gideon laughed loudly and said, “Oh yes, what a glorious time that was. And no I will not share details. You’re still far too young and innocent for those stories.” “I am not that innocent, but there are many other things you got to witness. There have been a lot of wars in the last 231 years. Did you ever fight in any of them?” I asked genuinely curious if a vampire would take the time to engage in such things. “No, even though I can be in the sun for short periods of time covered appropriately, I never would have been able to fight in a war.” He replied. “Have you ever played any sports?” I asked, it was fascinating to learn about Gideon's life. “Actually I played football for Sheffield Fo

No, he won't check it, she told herself trying to calm her racing heart. She quickly scrolled through her message box and just as she thought, Gideon had sent her so many messages. She replied to them and told him that there was no progress because of the way he returned her back to Adrian, Adrian was still suspecting her. She explained to him that she could not be rushed because she had been able to search his office and no ledger was there. He replied to her almost immediately, calling her stupid for searching his office. The ledger would be in his underground base office where he runs his mafia shit.

“Have you seen the news?” I was still confused, as he offered me a seat. He took a seat in the chair opposite. “I am taking second chair on the prosecution next to Evelyn Ward. If you haven’t already seen the news, Gideon is claiming mental illness made his clients attack you. However, we believe that we have enough evidence to put them both away for life,” he paused. “But you need me.” Something inside me knew then exactly why he was here. He nodded. “I can see why Logan likes you so much, you’re very observant and intelligent.”

Dawn says, "funny that." I almost ask her how she knows, but I'm sure Myle's would have told her. Who knows how long Myle's has known along with Asher. I don't know what anyone does at this point. I'm just trying to get through the next few days without being found out by Asher. "Who's this?" I ask warily, matching the heaviness of the stranger behind Dawn's gaze. "Coen," he replies. "My name is Coen, and I'm Alpha Kaden's brother."

"I want you to meet our new Beta, Gideon. He's going to help run some training drills today." I extended my hand to the new Beta, smiling, "It's nice to meet you, Beta Gideon." I said, and I meant it. Beta Gideon was nowhere as tall as Alpha Rhodes, but he was thick and stocky and clearly strong. He held a commanding presence, but his wide smile was reassuring and trustworthy. He had deep, espresso coloured skin and rich brown eyes, and his face was lined with age and laughter. I warmed to him immediately, grateful that not all of the new Alpha's pack was as frightening in stature as Jonas.

I did not look back, so I did not see Julian Sterling standing lost and hollow behind a pine tree not far away. He watched my departing back, then looked at the nameless stone. A strange, sharp pain rose in his chest. He stopped the cemetery keeper nearby, his voice dry. "Excuse me... who is buried under this nameless stone?" The keeper rolled his eyes impatiently and opened an old burial register. "You people come to sweep graves and don't even know whose grave it is? It's written right here." He pointed to the line and read aloud. "This grave was set up three years ago by Ms. Caroline Eckhart herself. It belongs to her son, who died before he could live.

I instructed. "I'm on it. Now for the girl. The one you're not interested in,” he snickered. He quickly stopped when I growled. "Okay. Be broody about it. Aurelia Faith Christian is a sixteen-year-old from Eugene, Oregon. A B+ student, despite her age, will be a senior in the fall. She's on the debate and girls’ lacrosse teams at school and has multiple trophies from equestrian events. Her parents, Mary and William Christian, own and run the Christian horse ranch. And well, they are human. No connection to our kind or even knowledge of it,” he reported.

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

Gideon's house was hidden away in Cansanit, near Don Virgilio Gonzales at the end of a long peninsula. It's a three-story white house with a blue roof. A large gate rotates around the house's perimeter. In the front, there is a large garage beneath an enclosed porch. On the side, near the small pond, there is even a patio. Because the gate was not automatic, Gideon led her to the small door. The man was the first to leave the pick-up outside the gate. The doorbell rang and a man in his mid-50s wearing a hat appeared. He smiled when he saw them.