Joseph Reagan Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

"You—" "You know what?" He cut me off. "I'm not doing any of this for the kingdom or for you, I'm doing it for my mother. To me, this is revenge, Marcello. He took my father away from me, something I'll never get back. You can pick a side: having the blood of innocent people on your hands or taking down that evil man. I've told you everything you need to know for now, do with that what you please."

Without saying a word she opens the door allowing a boy to walk in and my breath nearly catches in my throat when his blue eyes land on me. Jaxson Ravenwood. Classmate, shifter, and future Alpha of the North American pack. His white blonde hair falls messily over his icy blue eyes. He's more muscular than your average shifter and even I can't help but admire him. I feel something, I can't quite tell what it is, stir inside me and I instantly get one of my famous migraines as he flashes Ms. Foster a killer smile.

"How?" "Uhh... Bloodlust." I cheeks tinted red in embarrassment and shame. The doctor physically paled. I looked away. It is not like it is my fault! I try to deny it... I had just let my guard down. "Not that that is a problem, is it Dr. Emerson?" Arron asked threateningly. He shook his head quickly, coming back to his senses.

Maybe it was because of the excitement of the launch that she was so cheerful, not even noticing the urn I held. I handed her the divorce papers, managing a strained smile. "Sure. Sign this, and I'll be there tomorrow." She signed without looking, her smile soft. "This is Frank's surgery bill, right? After the launch, I'll be right there with him at the hospital." 'Too bad she'll never get that chance,' I thought to myself. On the day of the big live-streamed press conference, Jessica had me sit in the assistant's spot. Wayne got the vice president's seat.

Many people began to whisper among themselves, almost starting to guess the girl's identity. Sure enough, Matthew spoke: "As everyone knows, the Adonis family has just faced a tremendous loss with the assassination of both the current and former heads of the family by the Russian gang. I sincerely extend my condolences to the Adonis family, and I, using my reputation, guarantee that Robert's gang will pay for what they have done. Right here, I would like to introduce the last surviving heir of the Adonis family!" At his words, all eyes were focused on Emilia. She stepped forward slightly, smiling, saying, "I hope to take the Adonis family to a new turning point. I look forward to receiving m

I can't believe Reagan ruined the mood; things were going so well, and paces were being set for the final goal. "Why are we in here? I thought we were going to go to bed." I said He smiled and said, "We will, but I need to wash off all this blood." I had forgotten that there was blood on his shirt when I first saw him today. Ewwww," I said and wrinkled my nose. "Whose blood?" "Rogues, we've got some of them," he said, starting to unbutton his shirt. "Let me," I said, then finished unbuttoning his shirt.

His face paled and flushed in quick succession as he hurriedly said, "Lana, let me explain. I have nothing to do with her. I—" "Whether or not you have anything to do with her, it has nothing to do with me. Gentlemen, I'll take my leave." I shook off Zach's hand and turned toward the banquet hall. Zach's footsteps followed leisurely behind me, his pace calm and unhurried, like he was strolling through a garden. The truth of the evening was clear. Edgar, the patriarch, was in failing health, and everyone could see it. Officially, the event was a birthday celebration. In reality, it was the public passing of the torch.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

“And why you care.” Mr. Blue shrugged. “Let’s just say... I’ve always had my ways. And blood matters. Mikhail may be family, but family can be complicated.” Zayn studied him. “You think he’s the traitor?” Mr. Blue laughed. “I never said that.” He reached beside him and poured two glasses of wine from a bottle on the table. He pushed one toward Zayn. “I don’t drink with snakes,” Zayn said simply. “Smart man,” Mr. Blue said, and picked up the glass himself. He sipped. “But I’m not the snake. I’m just... the one who shows you where it’s hiding.”

“Now let’s go home. We’ll try to figure this out and there’s no point arguing with security.” I nod an agreement but not before I shot the idiotic pureblood one last threatening glare. “I’ll get to the bottom of this.” And strode back to my car, eager to get back with my love. But in my mind, I was not going to let this slip. Like said, I will get to the bottom of this; I’ll make sure of it. (Reagan’s POV) I woke to an intense thrumming headache in my head - like thousand of sledgehammers pounding at one go.