Jason Gideon Death Novels & Stories

But the truth was, I’d had nothing left to say. I didn’t know how long she stood there, all I knew was that by the time I looked up, she was gone. “What about Rosalia?” I questioned Gideon. His eyes softened as he took a seat beside me, ignoring the pills seated on the table and the bottle of vodka beside it. “She’s dead, man.” I felt it. Just a twinge, but the guilt was real. “How?” “She was shot… but that’s not all.” “What else?” “It seems she was…” he seemed unable to say the words, “It seems she was raped, then killed.”

A deep voice asked gruffly. Ignoring the apparent irritation in the man's voice on the other end, Jason said, “I hired a few thugs from the black serpent gang to do a little job for me and they have left too many crumbs behind that could lead to me and they have become a liability to my reputation. Kill them all. I need no witness of the truth alive.” “Anything else?” “No. For now, I must keep in the shadows and see what happens.” “Copy, boss.” After the call ended, Jason sighed, and his heart jumped in his chest when he heard Sophia's voice, “Dad is finally dead? You killed him.”

And the Blaqk eagles scattered once again. He was at home when he received a call from Andy, letting him know that while they were cleaning up the rest of the northern mafia, they figured out that Jason was just a figure head. It was even more shocking that Jason just suddenly passed away in his cell; they did not know the cause, but they would after his autopsy. Ryan sprung up from his chair and fell into deep thought. “What’s wrong?” Eliza asked him, and he just made up a silly excuse. He sighed; he thought he could finally rest with Eliza. But if there was still a threat out there, he needed to take care of it unless Eliza would be in danger.

Luca explained. Upon hearing his response, Alpha James grit his teeth. I can already feel his anger deep down. “Their death is not new. I know who did this. Gideon is behind their death and that asshole will literally pay for what he did. I will find out their whereabouts soon.” James gritted his teeth after saying those words. I bit my lower lips when I suddenly heard Gideon's name again. It's been a while, but we haven't seen him and until now, James still has no leads with him.

" he would reason. "Well, just ask him if you want. Goodbye!" Kevin replied while zipping the bag behind his back. Kevin was about to walk out the door when Sheila blocked him. "Wait-where is Gideon now?" he asked. "At the hotel," Kevin replied as he left his office. —-- "What's wrong with you!" Jodie exclaimed as her hand was still being pulled by Gideon. The muscular man did not answer; instead, he continued to pull her, unaware to the presence of paparazzi inside the hotel.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

He relaxed on the chair, opened his legs, and spread his hands, "I didn't, evidence came in, Collin got evidence and your husband got evidence, I mean he is smart, he checked the poison, he found out how they entered this country, who distributed them and that was how that bastard got to me. I should have removed that bastard alongside that idiot Anthony." "Don't you dare," I warned when he called Kenzal a bastard and he talked of killing him. "I wanted to send you to apologize to Jaden and Anthony on my behalf, I didn't mean to kill Anthony, I just wanted to remove the one person who protected you," I couldn't really see what Jason found amusing. "You will pay for Anthony's death," I gritte

There was no anger on his face, only deep, weary insight. "She's dead," I rasped, the sound alien to my own ears. Gideon walked in, picked up my discarded clothes, and draped them neatly over a chair. He didn't ask for details; he already knew everything from the Pack communications. "Yes," Gideon said calmly, as if discussing the weather. "You lost your Mate, your prime suspect, and your only living witness to the larger conspiracy." I slammed my fist into the stone floor. "I did everything right! I granted her treatment, I gave her a chance to live! It was the Rogue! They chose to jump!"

I breathed heavily. “He's gone. He's really gone. If he wasn't already dead, I would have killed him myself for the stunt he pulled. The guard confessed to taking his body out, right?” He asked. What he was saying and the guard's confession made sense. But my problem was that it made too much sense. Like a perfectly planned out work. The guard had confessed to taking Jason's body out of the house to return to his family since they were distant relatives. His body was cremated two days later and the guard was duly punished.

Nancy mumbled, sounding aggrieved. Only then did Gideon realize his indulgence toward Nancy's actions had hurt me. He'd used her as an excuse to ignore how I felt. "I'm the one who deserves to die!" he said dazedly. "It's all my fault—I indirectly killed her!" Nancy had never seen Gideon like this before. She asked anxiously, "What's wrong, Gideon? Who's dead?" He ignored her and hung up. As soon as he ended the call, his phone rang again. He answered it and snapped, "What the hell do you want?"