Reid Hotch Novels & Stories

But as Reid reached the spot, his heart dropped. It wasn’t Raina. It wasn’t Leif. It was a stranger, barely alive, one leg mangled as if bitten through by wild beasts. Reid’s expression froze the instant he saw the man. He rushed forward, grabbed the man by the collar, and shouted through clenched teeth—tears unknowingly streaming down his face: “Who are you?! Why are you here?! Where’s Raina?! Where is she?!” ***

After considering this for a long time, Hotch finally nodded. "Give the order to deploy all of the Brennans' powerhouses. We must capture that little bastard and torture him to force his secret out of him!" Hotch growled. His tone was chilling. "Yes, Mr. Hotch!" All the elders saluted him before leaving the hall to conduct their separate duties. … That night, Chase was hiding out in a secret place while waiting for the Brennans' powerhouses to arrive.

Reid leans back on the sofa then looks me dead in the eye. “I think we should-” Before he could continue, his cell phone rings. He grabs it from the counter and lets out a long sigh. “Hold that thought,” he says, then gets up and answers his phone. “Happy birthday, beautiful,” Oh, it was his mother’s birthday today, wasn’t it? Crap, we were to go there for dinner this evening and I was hungover. I look up at Reid as he stands with his back towards me and I notice a tattoo on the left side of his ribcage.

Rachel sat in a chair at her kitchen table, cradling a hot mug of tea in her hand. She had no idea how long she'd been sitting there. Hours, probably. Gabe had tried repeatedly to get her to go to bed but she seemed stuck in one place, unable to move. The shock of seeing Lincoln Harris walk into her house, in a role she never would have ascribed to him, learning he headed a global terrorist organization, had frozen her into virtual immobility. And that he had been cold-hearted enough to kidnap his own parents. She was stunned at both the vileness of the act and the revelation of Lincoln Harris as an international terrorist. How could he have involved his own parents? Put their lives in dange

That makes me feel better. “Seriously! you could have called me.” She is annoyed. I ignore her and walk toward the guy. “You are an extra… What’s your name?” “Yeah… I… I am Aidan.” he is visibly nervous. He should be. “Give me your phone Aiden,” I say in a calm voice, putting my hand out. “I just wanna see something.” “You are embarrassing me, Jacob! We are just friends.” Aidan fumbles but gives me his phone. I check if there is any chat history with June.

Reid helped with putting the frozen goods in the freezer while Hannah and Rosanna were preparing for dinner, heanxiously went outside to find a car down the driveway. He hoped that it was Gibson. He parked the car by the garage as he came out with beers. “Did you get something?” Reid asked. “Of course,” He grinned. “You have to pay me for the beers that I bought from those biker guys.” “Sure,” He said as they headed inside and put the beers on the cooler by the living room.

"Sorry, but... I don't think I know either of you. I do seem to have a boyfriend, though. Do you know his number? Please ask him to come over." Somewhere in the back of her mind, a blurry figure surfaced. Hayden's eyes flickered with confusion and shock. After realizing what was happening, he sneered. A new trick, huh? At that moment, the TV mounted on the wall was playing financial news. "The youngest leader of the Reid Group, Hunter Reid, had returned from abroad. Rumors had it that he suffered severe injuries in a car accident, leaving him crippled and disfigured. Since then, he has rarely appeared in public..."

As the hook on the fishing rod went into the water, Hansen asked coldly. "My niece's wedding today isn't that simple. In my opinion, at least three different factions have snuck in. Also, I am now the most wanted criminal in the world. Do you think I dare come in?" Reid's eyes were cold as he said that. Reid was indeed someone from the underground. He really was something. Hansen understood that his men were not the only ones who were present that day. There were also Christopher's police officers, but they were all very secretive. So, it was impossible for Reid to find out.

He leans between the seats and hands me a bottle of water. Austin is driving. I have no idea if Austin is his first name or last. He's Victor Corbin's enforcer. This makes him a scary dude. Austin's about 2 inches shorter than me and Gomez and he doesn't carry as much muscle. His pale blue eyes are as cold as Gomez's dark ones. Austin is a killer and one I never want to go up against. Corbin, his boss, runs the drugs and guns in Cali. We pre-arranged this pickup with Corbin. It surprises me he sent Austin. Things must be slower in California than they are in Arizona and New Mexico.

His golden brown eyes shot up, and I could see him clench his fist—ready to throw a punch at me. Reid took a step forward, closing the gap between us. "I dare you to say that again." He gritted. Whatever emotions that was on his face, I didn't care. For my hundred years of living, I haven't given a fuck to know what their crazy emotions were about, but I did know I was hitting a nerve. "You fucking murderer," I called scornfully. "How dare you mother—" "Reid!" Someone shouted from behind, which made him stop—his fist hung in the air. As if recognizing the voice, Reid withdrew his hand while I remained standing staring, expecting his punch on my face as that would definitely mean him returnin