Reid Hotch Novels & Stories

Whoever took my mate needs to be taken down by me in the most miserable way known to man. Just then, Reid came out and looked at me with hands on both sides of his waist. He looked tired as well. “They don't know the men and it seems the drink is still in their system,” he uttered sighing out. “I am going to kill those men, Reid. Please don't stop me.” I made my move to go to the hut but was pulled back by Reid by my shirt. “Shut up and let's check the CCTV cameras,” Reid uttered, frustrated as well. He seemed to be concerned about my mate which didn't bother me. I loved that he was concerned.

“Are you still talking nonsense? Charles is dead. Did you forget that the police had found his burned corpse from that abandoned house? And where is the problem if Mr. Reid wants to reinvestigate the case? I also want to know if something was hidden in Charles’s murder. Don’t forget that you instigated him to do this. If you didn’t humiliate him, he won’t be interested in the matter of Charles.” Aidan was too lazy to argue with his father. He turned and stormed out. Outside the hotel… Xander was about to get into the car when he heard someone calling him from behind, “Mr. Reid, please wait a while.” Xander’s steps paused, and he turned to look back. He saw Robert Mills trying to reach him, b

I peer past Brock into what is evidently Reid’s office, spotting him seated in a large leather chair behind a sturdy wood desk covered in paperwork. “Perfect timing, I just finished up the list of placements for the Denver wolves,” Reid says, grabbing a piece of paper off of his desk and pushing his chair back, rising to stand. He looks to me, grinning. “You excited to see some of your pack?” I nod enthusiastically. “Can’t wait! Thanks for getting everything organized.” Reid starts toward us, rounding his desk. He holds out the paper to me as he approaches. “Wanna double check my count for your people?”

i think i should go as i don't want to lose him. I am sitting in Apsleys restaurant , waiting for him . I reached 15 minutes earlier . I won't lie , Yes i am dying to see him. Finally at exact 1 pm , he enter inside the restaurant , buttoning last two button of his coat. He is looking dam hot in his outfit. He was wearing a white shirt , black blazer and formal pants. He looks at me , give me a victory smile. "So you are already here , so desperate to meet me Right " he says while taking his seat and i nod my head and he grins.

Finally, he breathed it out. “Reed’s dead.” The name landed like lead in my chest. Reed. One of my first recruits after the rebrand. Kid had a temper but he was loyal. Brave. Thought he could take on anyone wearing Hellfire ink. Now he was gone. I stood, pacing to the window. Rain was falling outside, turning the dirt lot into mud. A few of the boys were still working on their bikes under the shed roof — laughing, oblivious to the storm brewing inside.

Reid, the guy we’d caught for treason was in the basement, strapped to a chair that was bolted to the ground. Rex led us to the basement. I wanted this to go quickly and possibly not use my fists. “He still hasn’t spoken,” Rex said. “Good luck.” Rex opened the door and let the three of us in. “Isn’t it the fab three?” Reid said. “You’re in a chatty moon,” Storm commented. “Good sign.” “I’ve got a lot to say to you, Maverick,” Reid spat. “I don’t even know you man, but let it out, man.” I crossed my arms and my shoulder protested.

These were ghosts from the Maddox family’s more shadowed corners, men whose histories were scrubbed and rewritten with Maddox money. Reid, stocky with an eternal five o'clock shadow and a stare that could freeze a bullet mid-air, was bent over his laptop. He’d been on camera duty all night, scanning public footage, digging into anything with a digital trace. His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke.

He states. “I absolutely agree. However, according to Reid, the Harris he knew was not only an Alpha, but also passed away. If you are still planning to bring him here as we discussed, then I would like for Reid to confirm if he recognizes the Harris he remembers or if this could possibly be Harris’ brother, who I understand from Reid was a beta. If this holds true, then we may have more questions than answers.” Reid than speaks up, “I would like to confirm if we are talking about the same Harris, councilman, if that is okay with you.”

The man staggered back, gasping for air, but Reid didn’t stop—he pivoted and slammed his elbow into the next attacker’s throat, dropping him instantly. Another man rushed from behind, but Reid twisted, caught his wrist, and drove a knee into his stomach. The man crumpled with a grunt, but Reid didn’t spare him a glance before turning to the next threat. Adam stood smirking, watching it all unfold. A chair scraped from behind me as another man charged for Reid with a broken bottle. Reid was faster. He sidestepped, letting the man fall forward before grabbing him by the neck and, with a sickening snap, sent him collapsing to the floor.

Reid Reid had not taken five steps across the glossy marble tiles in the foyer, his own reflection spilling back to him in tones of amber from the bronzed tinted mirrors that were not all what they seemed, many leading into the monitoring rooms of the 24-hour security team, before he was greeted by his father’s personal assistant, Vincent. “Master Reid,” Vincent fell into step with Reid as they crossed the foyer and pressed the button for the Morrison’s private elevator. “Your father asked for you.”