Brooklyn Crime Novel Novels & Stories

Jason looked at his best friend and shook his head, a mixture of pity and annoyance passing through his sharp eyes. Hiram let out a heavy, exhausted sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watched his sister's retreating figure. It was entirely clear to them that Vivica wanted to get rid of Brooklyn because of Preston. She wasn't fighting a janitor; she was desperately attempting to destroy the nominal wife who had hijacked the honeymoon suite she had custom-designed. In Brooklyn’s office, as her watch ticked to 17:45, Brooklyn neatly packed her designer handbag and quickly stepped out of her office. She drove straight through the afternoon traffic to Dr Barbara Leroy, the Forensic Psych

She seemed out of place, just like me. Carlisle’s tone dropped a little when he pointed to the next man, his expression hardening. “That’s Nico Falcone. Slippery, untrustworthy, always playing the long game. His girlfriend, Lina… she’s dangerous in her own right. Probably the most cunning person in the room.” I nodded again, taking it all in, my heart pounding harder with each introduction. These weren’t just mobsters—they were powerful, dangerous men, each with their own empire, their own influence.

I will show the world that I’m the real monster of the family. I will turn the black cross, the family symbol into red because blood will flow in the streets of Queens as long as my woman is locked away. End of book 1. The next book in the series will be Michael’s and Lola’s story. The doctor’s convict.

They got to the hotel two hours after leaving the airport, he was surprised at the beauty of the hotel, it could easily have been a hotel in a city of any of the first world countries. He checked into the hotel, had a shower and changed into a casual tee shirt and jeans, before going to the restaurant downstairs, to have lunch. ******************************************************* New York City, USA. Danny was busy trying to find records of staff members of Edwin Loans, that he can use to blackmail them into helping the FBI,in their investigations. He was not able to find any criminal records, or any personal information of any member of staff of the bank, that can be used to blackmail the

After an hour he decided to go back home and pack an overnight bag, so he could leave straight to the office the next day. "Detective, do you have a moment?" He cursed on the inside when his captain called him into his office. "I understand you had close the double homicide case. Good job detective. Now, while you're doing the boring report work we have an open murder case. They believed that the suspect had fled the city and was trying to blend into the bigger City area rather than the rural side of town." Ian was trying hard to keep himself calm when his captain opened the file in front of him revealing a blonde-haired woman, looking fragile and beautiful just like one of those Stepford wi

Kieran could see the delight in her eyes while she ran the weapon over in her hands. “What a beautiful weapon...” she says wistfully and walks towards them again, handing the knife over to Dimitri again. “Brooklyn. Regroup and kill Conor.” She says and with that she left the basement. Brooklyn... so close to home. He looks at Dimitri, “Your territory, can I kill him here?” He asks and Dimitri’s shark grin was back. “Make him rue the day he decided to go up against the boss of the Westies. Do you need my help?” He says and turns on his heel. Kieran follows him out, “No, this is my fight. I can handle a few thugs.” He says and Dimitri nods. “Pleasure doing business with you, Teague. I’m sure y

Then, when Brooklyn turned around, he averted his gaze and anger rose within me. "Isn't that our Head of Department shopping with Professor CJ," I heard Killian behind me, and I turned around sharply, wondering when he arrived at the aisle. "Oh yeah," I said casually, pretending to be nonchalant. A sly smile formed on his lips. "They seem to be having a good time. How do I have this feeling that they are fucking?" I rolled my eyes. "Who cares? That's not my business." Killian laughed. "Just saying. If Brooklyn, a sophisticated and beautiful woman, chooses to sleep with that man, it's either that she needs to get her eyes checked or she has terrible taste in men."

I stepped out of the office, walking with purpose but trying — failing — to slow my heartbeat. Because I already knew: Whatever Adrian wanted… He wasn’t after property. He wasn’t after money. He wasn’t after the company. He was after me. And Brooklyn was the quickest way to break me. Not that I would ever let him. Not again. Not in this lifetime. I reached the hallway, heading toward the living space where I’d left her— But I stopped when I saw her silhouette. Brooklyn stood by the wall, arms wrapped around herself. She hadn’t heard me yet. She looked shaken… lost… like she was replaying what almost happened between us and what almost happened tonight.

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm

Turned to the last page. Set it on the desk between them. One name at the top. A name Elena had heard in the last twenty-four hours. A name attached to a new unknown number and a location in Brooklyn. A name that had been presented to her as belonging to someone who had been kept away. Someone who had been intercepted. Someone who had needed protecting. Elena looked at the name. Then looked up. Looked at the door of the bookshop. At the street outside. At the ordinary Brooklyn morning beginning to happen on the other side of the glass.