Novel & Cerita Reid Hotch

she whispered. “Yeah?” “Don’t stop.” He smiled. “Wasn’t planning to.” He carried her down the hallway, her head resting against his shoulder, his hand warm on her back. --- Outside, across the street, parked in a sleek black car with tinted windows, Reid leaned forward in his seat. He had been watching through the scope of a long-lens camera, the edges of his mouth curling into a sharp smirk. “Well, well,” he muttered to himself. “Looks like I found the crack in their little wall.”

A dull, heavy thud echoed through the yard before Chad's body slumped and hit the ground. A sharp, metallic smell of blood exploded in the cold air before I saw it trickle from his head and drip onto my face. Trembling, I looked up to see Reid standing at the gates, holding a hoe that was dripping with thick, fresh blood. Damn it! He had killed Chad! That thought sent my skin crawling. I couldn't believe how insane he was to have struck Chad dead with just a swing of his hoe. The sight of Chad lying lifeless in a pool of blood, his eyes bulging like massive bells, scared me so much that I nearly forgot to breathe. I lowered my voice and hissed, "You were way too reckless, Reid. You killed hi

“We find someone else. We find one of these six and we make it worth their while to agree to this.” Reid picked his coffee back up but he didn’t drink it. He just held it like he was considering whether to argue or let the subject drop. After a long moment, he set it down again and returned to his work. By 6am, my phone buzzed and it was a text from a very old friend. Theodore Mortaine. Theo: She’s going to need someone. Make sure it’s you. I raised a brow at the message and frowned deeper when the pinch in my chest released a little. What the fuck is going oj?

It was the one card he had left. The fallout was immediate. His phone lit up within hours. Ross. Harris. Over and over. He didn’t answer. Not once. He wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of his voice. Days passed. The calls didn’t stop. He let them ring, each one a reminder of the war he’d declared. Then a different name appeared on the screen. Trent. For a moment, Reid just stared at it, thumb hovering. Harris’s boy. His nephew. Still young enough to be reckless, old enough to know the family business stank.

"Miss Reid is much more popular than she was five years ago. So many people are watching her every move!" Victor frowned and took out his phone, and immediately saw the hot searches. Both he and Eileen were on trending searches. The boss of Destiny Entertainment was dating a popular actress. The love-hate relationship between a popular actress and her former boss. Eileen Reid and Victor Maxwell. A single artist and a married ex-boss. Several terms were on the hot search list. With Eileen's popularity, and coupled with his identity as a married ex-boss, it was enough to make the server explode.

He only pulled off his shoes, then got seated on the floor. That was the only thing that could make him forget his worries. He unsealed the drink and filled his glass, then sipped from it. From this day on, he became a ruthless CEO, feared by anyone, especially females. From this day, Reid Wilson has a dark past, demons that he battles, nightmares that he struggles to overcome—and sweet dreams that he longed to come true. His family will be his worst enemy, because he believes they are behind the hell is struggling to survive in.

“Stop your pouting.” Back in the military, Rein and Damon were always regarded as the perfect partners. Whether it be as sniper and spotter or on the field, they were able to band together and finish their missions successfully. That was how they caught Hotch, who later revealed they were colluding with some Erinyes mafia members. “The car’s here.” A man carefully comes out of the vehicle, looking around suspiciously. A glint of silver from the dark caught Rein’s attention. “The briefcase is handcuffed to his wrist. Do you see his face?”

He is breathtakingly handsome in an effortless way, with a face that has been sculpted by god himself, the collarbone visible through his shirt, every muscle in every right place and the eyes, the one looking at me. Then he smiles and my world crumbles. "Don't call me sir, I am Reid. I could not possibly see a man like this assault you, behind your back. He's a coward." Reid... He just said his name is Reid. Oh shit. My prey is my savior... It is going to be a long, unforgettable night.

He says and walks to the other side of Gray's bed. " Hi." Reid tells me. That's one of his normal greetings since we barely talk. He always acts awkward around me. Don't know why. I think part of the reason is because he threatened me before and smacked my butt. " Hi." I reply. He nods and turns to look at Gray who hasn't let go of me yet. " Moskov is still missing." Reid states. " You really don't have to fight it Gray. You're still recovering and you should stop thinking about the Mafia." I tell him.

Reid and I used to drink this kind of tea during our early adolescence, so I always have it inside my refrigerator. I sat back on the bed waiting for him to be relaxed. After some time, Reid cleared his throat and began to speak. "We treat them like our own family. We share with them what we have but all they could repay is betrayal", Reid's voice quavered. He was referring to Uncle Sam and Charles whom he thought he could be trusted in META. I know it was hard on his part because he was the one who asked Dad to give them a higher position in the agency and yet those two, looted a big amount of money for their own interest. Aside from that, Uncle Sam was responsible for the Thiopental Sodium