Joseph Reagan Blue Bloods Novelas e Histórias

I called Dad and told him that I was already on the plane back home. The entire airport was cleared. From the runway to the terminal, every corner was filled with his men. A line of black bulletproof cars stretched across the tarmac, mercenaries standing on either side. They all donned sunglasses, and the bulge of firearms beneath their suits was clearly visible. The airport security had no choice but to step aside, not daring to interfere. My father was the most respected Mafia don on the East Coast, and he came to pick me up himself.

It’s not my concern. "We’re looking for my father’s Beta, the only one who witnessed and knows what happened before and after my father’s death." Reagan’s voice cut through the air from behind me. I felt the twins move closer, so I instinctively held their hands. They still hadn’t fully healed from what their father had done. Reagan stepped in front of me. I was momentarily taken aback by his appearance. He looked utterly exhausted—dark circles under his eyes, messy hair, and pale complexion.

Laggas shouted. Blue looked at Laggas, feeling speechless. You don’t look calm at all! He thought and sighed. “What happened?” Mahi asked as he ran towards them. “I heard you say Reyan’s name… hey, why is Reyan here?!” he asked, shocked, when he saw Reyan lying on the couch with a bloodless face. “Step aside! I will heal him!” Blue said and pushed them all away from the couch, especially Laggas, who finally, and fortunately, calmed himself. Then, Blue closed his eyes and started to check Reyan’s body, before he slowly healed Reyan’s injuries.

My fingers curled into fists, water trickling down my knuckles as I sat upright. Wrapping a towel around myself, I stepped out of the bath and padded back into the room, my mind spinning. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that hex is gone, I thought, determination hardening my jaw. But before anything else, I needed to see Reagan. I needed to know he was okay. As I stepped into Reagan’s study, I hadn’t expected to find blood pooling in his palms, dripping onto the floor. “You’re bleeding,” I gasped, my eyes widening in alarm as I rushed toward him. Without hesitation, I grabbed his hand, guiding him to the sink. The metallic tang of blood filled the air as crimson streaks ran down his f

He leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips before leaning on his table and looked at her with tired eyes. “Don Lombardi-” he stopped and snicked, “Papa Carlos Lombardi is a man who would burn the mafia world for his family, but he is also a man who would burn any mafia family for his son and daughter, even if it meant death by war.” he spoke softly as Elena saw sadness in his eyes.

Looks like an old romance movie. SHE HEAVED a deep sigh when she reached the condominium where Mr. Montemayor is staying. She discovered that this place is owned by his new patient. Wow, he's that rich! 30th floor. When she entered the said floor, she was welcomed by a woman, maybe five or seven years older than her. She must be Ms. Ashley, Mr. Havoc Montemayor's secretary.

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

I stood up as quickly as lightning and fell back down. My leg seems to be tightened with a metal. I looked down at my legs and there was a chain?! I heaved a deep breath, calming myself for what would come. The last thing I remember is bumping into Alexander Tyrone. The Mafia Leader shit! I looked around the room and it was a room...it was painted blue and the Curtains were blue as well. Whoever put me in this room was an angel, cause blue was my favorite color. "You seem to be happy with the room." The dark deep voice made me look up quickly.

He asked concerned, probably thinking it's a big issue, I mean in some way it kind of is. I sighed, "It's about your father." The look on his face was indifferent but also attentive. "I spoke to my mother recently, and she explained to me what really happened on the night of the raid, she also said that . . . .your father was . . . . a silver blood." I gazed into his eyes as I informed him about his father but they just looked the same, no shock, no expression, nothing, just his beautiful brown eyes staring back at me.

More blood splurted out, coating my chin and dripping. "I wanted to give you a quick reminder." "Joseph! I will lose too much blood if you do this, and you know what will happen after that!" I managed a gruff scream. He whispered in a death cold voice. "I could kill you now if I wanted, but you might still be useful until Reagan regains her strength. However, I want to watch you beg to live." "Joseph—" "Beg me, Kal! Because you know I will do it without hesitating."