Jason Gideon Death Novels & Stories

I got cleaned up while he was out cold then sat back in my chair in the corner of the room, waiting for him to awaken so I could finish what I came here to do. Jason "How're you doing, kid?" I turned my head towards the doorway where Gideon was standing. "I'm fine." I could tell from the look on his face that he was still pissed at what had gone down with Mancini earlier. More than anyone else, he knows how much that particular topic freaks me out, but funnily enough this time, it wasn't as bad.

All of the signs were right there, in the footage. … There was enough evidence to prove that Jason had indeed murdered his own father. He was convicted of first-degree murder and sentenced to life in prison, with all of his political rights stripped for life. Jason had lost so much weight that he looked like a skeleton when I went to visit him in prison. His face was ashen and devoid of all emotions. However, as soon as he saw me, a fire lit up in his eyes. "Hazel Youngblood! It was you! Everything was because of you, wasn't it?"

Jason did have the capital. "Yes, I want to have a short talk with you." said Gusto, looking at Madison. Madison looked up at Gusto, and there was a hint of mist in his eyes. "Is there any news about him?" Madison asked. She knew that in the past year, Gusto had never given up searching for him. In fact, she was definitely not the only one in pain. When the news of Jason’s death came, Gusto was also heartbroken. It was exaggerated to say that he grew grey overnight, but that night, this man, who was usually in high spirits, really became older.

Every few seconds, he'd check his Rolex watch, a nervous tic that made his son Elvis want to scream. Twenty-six hours. The Wraith should've informed them already a few hours ago about Jason's death. The fact that he hadn't called them yet, and neither was he reachable, worried Elvis the most, because he he knew what he had been fearing might be the case here. "He's dead." Elvis's voice cracked like a teenager's. He slumped deeper into the wingback chair. His arms still useless about after Jason had made it his way and his casted leg propped on an ottoman. "That psychopath,

Wendy's face was battered, swollen, and bloodied. The look she gave me was one of sheer terror, as though she had seen a ghost. Louis, on the other hand, had completely forgotten about her. With tears streaming down his face, he grabbed my shoulders. "Where's Zane? Please, let me see him one last time." I stared at him blankly and replied, "He was cremated." Louis collapsed to his knees. He covered his face helplessly as his shoulders shook with uncontrollable sobs.

That's straight-up murder! [You monster! You sacrificed your own kid for views?] The very last frame before the signal cut was Dad's twisted, panic-stricken face. It wasn't because he'd lost me, though. It was because he knew the public persona he'd crafted carefully had just gone up in flames. … The cops arrived. So did the ambulance, though it was purely for show at this point. The doctor did a brief check before pulling a white sheet over me. My time of death was two hours ago, which was right when Dad had taken his first sip of champagne. It was right when he'd looked into the camera and said that I had incredible acting.

“Tell us the truth. All of it. No more shadows.” Gideon sighed deeply, shoulders slumping as if the weight of decades finally pressed down on him all at once. “According to the official records, I did die. My death was staged by your father only days before you were born, Jordan. Someone had already begun hunting every wolf connected to your bloodline. Becoming a dead man allowed me to move unseen. To watch from the shadows while everyone believed I no longer existed. It was the only way to keep my promise.” Lorenzo stepped forward, eyes sharp but no longer hostile. “Why didn’t you ever come to me after Jordan arrived at the packhouse? I raised him. I would have listened. We could have prote

"Your network is dead. You have nothing left to threaten my family with." Gideon's shock instantly hardened into pure, vicious rage. He swung the silver pistol back toward my face, his finger tightening on the trigger. "If I go down, Elena, you're coming into the dark with me!" A single, suppressed rifle round sliced through the dark rainy air from the tree line. The bullet hit Gideon squarely in the right shoulder with brutal precision. He cried out in agony, his fingers opening involuntarily as the silver pistol dropped into the gravel and slid straight over the edge of the pier into the churning, black river below.

“Mom loves me as her own son, she brought me up. She watched me grow into a man. She listened quietly to my dream when Molly Dreams was a vision. How could she possibly do that to me? Her child?” Jason laments bitterly. He’s still in the midst of betrayal. “I guess he’s clocking into the acceptance” ”I have overheard their conversation too many times. I would have told you but you wouldn’t handle it properly. I wouldn’t have been able to lay such allegations without proof. So I waited till today.” At this point, I’m stressed, dizzy, nauseous. The ground is hovering around my eyes. The cloud is spinning heavily. I can no longer hear Richard, nor can I explain further.