Brooklyn Crime Novel Novels & Stories

“Didn’t you just say I had an accurate eye for people just now? Not only do I have an accurate judgment when it comes to people, but I have a good instinct as well. I feel like Maxwell is the father of the two children.” “That can’t be. The children are already six years old. Six years ago, Maxwell Brooks was still a fool. He stayed in the Old Brooks Manor all day. He didn’t have any interactions with Sonnet at all…” Brooklyn was shocked by the realization that hit her while she was speaking. “Do you suspect…” Yves narrowed her eyes and said, “That’s why I need you to investigate this in greater detail. Pay more attention to Johnson Yates’s personal background.” A dark expression appeared on

he asked, but Ashton shrugged in confusion, unable to tell him the truth. “The cops traced you to Cypress Hills, East New York, Brooklyn. It’s a dangerous area where the infamous mafia don, Salvatore Gambino, has his hideout. The cops had to issue a nationwide arrest warrant for Bruce Kingsley, who abducted you. There was an offer of a reward to anyone who informed us about you. They broadcast it on all news channels and someone called to help us.” Ashton blinked with dread. He hadn’t expected them to unearth so much about Gambino and his past.

She turned the screen toward me. It was a breaking news push notification. A local crime blog, the kind that monitored police scanners. The timestamp was twelve minutes ago. BREAKING: Velgrave Gang weapons cache and financial routing center in Brooklyn reported raided. Sources indicate significant loss of assets. Authorization for guard removal allegedly traced to Velgrave's own internal seal.

"What do we know about this man?" Roman cleared his throat. "He was in the mafia organisation many years ago but he quit. Now we know nothing other than he's a businessman. Every other thing about him is discreet." The others watched silently as Nikolai walked toward the glass wall overlooking the city skyline. "I don’t believe in coincidences," he said quietly after a long silence. "If my private seal was used, someone inside opened the door for him." Roman swallowed hard, but before he could say a thing, Victor chirped. "You think someone betrayed us?"

“His money isn’t clean. He’s the richest banker for a reason—because he uses blood money.” “What’s blood money?” “He acts as the treasurer for all organized crime. When the mob needs cash, they call him. When the Skull Kings need to hide their cash, they call him. When they need to borrow money for a weapons deal, they call him. Cato Marino knows about all the crimes against humanity because he funds most of them—and makes a profit each time. He doesn’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. His finger doesn’t stay on the trigger for long.”

Then I felt the stench of burnt rubber and smoke. People were screaming and yelling and crying on the street. Bankers and tellers shook, holding each other and sobbing outside the place as the police started pouring into the narrow side street. And all I could think about was, Really? People still rob banks these days? Huh. I continued my journey to the apartment Carter and I shared in Bushwick, Brooklyn, passing by Quinn Bradley’s apartment. She lived in one of those two-story red-bricked brownstones with a small staircase and two windows facing the street. Her curtains were always open because she was weird as fuck, and I suspected it was also because she liked people-watching, which was p

Letting out a growl she runs to the area, the bricked walls not so high but in the height where a human cannot climb, she walks in, the interior is the walls of separate rooms in different heights, where some are short one wall and some are two, typically like a maze. Cautiously she tramples across the bare land, her eyes catching every corner. Her movements stop, she steps back leaning on to the large wall...The sound of footsteps get closer... She jumps forward when a familiar man comes to her view, the man who murdered Philips's son, she read through the files in Mintz’s office to find out whether Mintz had known about it and as expected he did know, he knows everything behind the AIM’s c

But when Bella and Brooklyn met, Brooklyn hadn't discovered mate's pheromone, how did Kate know? "It turns out that Kate has more ways than we thought." Aaron sighed. What was originally a domestic violence incident has now risen to a huge conspiracy, which none of us thought of. It has been a day since Brooklyn woke up. Her injury was not as serious as mine, but the two consecutive excitements made her worse, and now the pain in her waist could only make her lie in bed and unable to move. With the cooperation of the doctor, my injury had improved a lot, and I could get out of bed and sat in a wheelchair independently to visit Brooklyn.

I needed to release the weight of shame that was eating away at my soul. "Well, I brought something that I felt would cheer you up," Isabella said, breaking the quiet. She pulled a newspaper out of her bag and slid it across the table toward me. I stared at the front page and was taken aback by the headline. 'Silent Nights for the People of New York.’ I quickly scanned the article and read the content. 'The streets of Brooklyn are quiet for the first time in weeks. Police say the blood shed by two prominent gangs, "The Blood Brothers" and “The Blood Kings”, were only rumors made up to scare the people of New York. No proof has yet been shown to indicate otherwise.’

Their eyes were heated with an unnatural lust that made a disgusting feeling clench her gut. “Besides,” Oliver spoke, reaching out to run the back of his fingers against her arm. “I like my women curvy.” Brooklyn held in the urge to vomit. “This meeting is over, gentlemen.” Brooklyn didn’t even get to complete her step before Oliver had shoved her back against the wall and placed his body over hers, pinning her in place. “I don’t think we took our payment yet. We are very busy men, after all.” Brooklyn shook her head and squirmed under his hold. He tightened his arm around her waist and pinned one hand by her head against the wall. “How about you give us our payment?”