Joseph Reagan Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

Like he’d already decided something. “You sure about this?” I asked low, when the others were focused on the road. He met my eyes in the mirror. “You asked if I was in it. I said yes.” “This isn’t painting or club openings. It’s blood.” “I know.” His voice was steady. “I’ve seen blood before. Just not… yours.” The words landed heavier than I expected. We parked two blocks away, hoods up against the rain. The target was a rundown auto shop front looked legit, back was where they stored guns and product. Four Irish inside, maybe five. We had surprise.

victor said, drawing my attention to his terribly scarred face. "Was it your mother in the box ??" I asked with an irritated look. "No sir", he replied "Send it to their families, preserve it in a museum.. I don't fucking care!! I have a lot of pressing issues to handle", I answered dismissing him. Picking up the glass of brandy sitting on the table, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering. Who the bloody fuck is R.j ?? What does he want?? Who does he work for?? Those unanswered questions were swimming in my head. If he wants war, he's got it coming and the De Lucas's better not have a hand in this.

A voice roared sending goosebumps up her arms. "Well, I was carried away. You know how the holy blood feels like" he says indifferently like the other person was overreacting for no reason. "I don't Seth and if she had died, how would you survive free of agony? You need her blood or you'd go crazy with pain!" The hard voice thundered again, but beneath the anger, Dawn could feel the concern lazed in them. "The house is starting to feel suffocating brother. She has so little blood running through her veins and yet this whole place reeks of it. My control is slipping" a girl complained.

“Not that many, no.” I can’t tear my eyes off Phoenix. “He wouldn’t have made it anyway, would he?” “No. It would always have ended this way, no matter what. At least you are alive. That's more than most can say.” I sigh deeply and grip the basin for support. It’s getting more and more difficult to support my own weight. Death would probably be better at this point, but not until I've gotten my revenge. “Okay,” I say at last. “Give me your blood.”

She shook away the memories as she pulled up to the packhouse, the lights flickering, welcoming her back. She ran up the steps and through the massive entrance, the smell of jasmine hitting her again. She needed to remember to ask Irina what it was. The sound of chatter from the living room drew her down the hall to her right, past the showers and the gym, the hallway opening up into a sunken room where a U-shaped sofa and colossal TV screen took up most of the space. In the left-hand corner was a pool table, and on the right, a mini-bar. She spotted Beta Declan by the pool table and approached, hooking his keys out of her back pocket as she stepped down into the room.

Reagan staggered backward, a spray of crimson blossoming on his chin, his hand instinctively flying to the spot where Randall had hit him. He tasted the metallic tang of blood, but a flicker of amusement danced in his cerulean eyes – the same eyes that mirrored Randall's so perfectly. He wasn't surprised. Randall remains the same. "A warm welcome indeed, cousin," Reagan rasped, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. His voice, though roughened by the blow, held a chilling calmness that sent anger down Randall's spine. "Don't play that game with me, Reagan!" Randall roared, his voice thick with barely restrained violence. His knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists

Reagan's head snapped up, " You found her?" "Of course, did you think I wasn't going to? Reagan, Reagan, Reagan, just like I told your pathetic friend before I put multiple bullets in him, you didn't do your research on me and that's why you are where you are today. If you had done your homework, you would know that I am not a man to mess with. I fucking own LA and everything inside it. There's no place in LA that you can go that I won't find you. Hell, there's no place in America that you can hide from me, I will find you." Reagan knelt, " Mr Bianco, please I'm sorry, I was jealous, I was jealous of everything that Aurelia had and I wanted to take it away from her. I'm a bad person but plea

He nervously turned,his eyes fixed on the side mirror to clarify if they were being tailed. “They’re ghosts now. Don’t act so surprised—precision isn’t luck, Jake,” Brian said after successfully losing the cops. Jake sighed after hearing this. The rest of the ride was a smooth one as Jake and Brian took a long evening ride. The Reagan Estate The evening transitioned to the estate with Brian and Jake being cautioned by their father, Elon Reagan. The Reagan estate basked in the golden hue of the setting sun, its towering structure a testament to the family’s wealth and power. Within the somber walls of the study, Elon Reagan sat behind his imposing desk, his sharp eyes fixed on his sons.