Novel & Cerita Joseph Reagan Blue Bloods

Meanwhile, Jessica, a woman worth $150 million, had never visited him in the hospital and refused to pay the $75,000 for his surgery. After thanking the doctor, I headed to Frank's room. A nurse burst out of the room, calling out urgently, "Doctor! The patient just coughed up blood, and his heartbeat is dropping fast! We might need to move the surgery up!" I turned to the doctor, my eyes brimming with tears. I pleaded desperately, "Doctor! You have to save my son, please!" The doctor had just rolled Frank into the operating room and was getting ready for his surgery. Out of nowhere, a voice everyone knew too well echoed through the hospital halls.

His men are scattered throughout central New York, waiting to pick apart the remains. Robert—the name of the Russian mob boss. Clearly, the Adonis family was nothing more than a feast in the eyes of outside forces. Although New York appeared calm on the surface, the underworld was teeming with unrest, each faction readying for action. What lay ahead for the Adonis family was uncertain. Under Matthew’s direction, Louis laid everything out clearly, not hiding a thing from Emilia. When Louis finished, Matthew’s voice turned icy. "A bunch of overreaching rats. We’ll make them pay."

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.

I felt myself instantly move towards her, but a hand pulled me back. My glare shot towards the owner of the grip to find Jasmine half smiling at the scene unfolding before her. She looked all too pleased with what was about to happen. The glass made it impossible for the two to hear or see us, but we could see them and hear them perfectly clear like they were on display. They were. “As you can see, these are the very first BlueBloods we’ve come across in decades.” He pointed towards Raven and looked back at the people. Everyone stood awed at them, gathering around the platform in front of the glass.

They knew better than to intervene in the affairs of nobility, even when violence tore through their very own home. After the final kick, Rhett coughed up blood, drenching his suit, chin, and neck. It was a horrifying sight, and I felt my stomach churn. I almost puked which had my palm pressed against my lips to cease the sound that almost slipped out of my mouth and alerted the siblings. However, I realized I was too late when I heard Reagan's voice. “You heard everything.”

Lumiére asked as he sat down next to him. Reagan shook his head and took another sip of his drink before responding. "Just thinking about all the trouble we're in, You're in…" he said with a sigh. "And trying to figure out how we're going to get out of it." Lumiére rolled his eyes and watched him take another sip. He wriggled his nose when he caught the scent of whiskey. “ stop looking at me like that. Is this also disgusting like human blood too” Reagan mumbled, shaking the content of his glass.