Brooklyn Crime Novel Novels & Stories

I’d eat it alive. It’s always this way with the guys who hang out in public areas. A twist under their skin, dark adrenalin rushing their veins. Filthy as ditch water, murky as their eyes. They’re looking for something, but when they get it they don’t know what they wanted to do with it, or why. Sometimes it’s fake—that consternation, that fear—but sometimes it’s not. There’s the City Library up in the capital. Coded knocks on bathroom stalls. Those scenic spots along the highways where people like to stop. Parks.

The Russian Pakhan has denounced their protection after suffering unimaginable losses because of Blackstone's obsession to make me pay for my sins. My day of reckoning is near. I can feel it. I only hope my daughter would escape from the coming inferno unscathed. *** Monday morning has me sitting in my father's custom made, hand hewn seat. Ready to start my duties as New York's Capo. I look out of the floor to ceiling windows that take up the whole of one wall, gazing intently at the wide expanse of the city...my city. New York would no longer be under the reign of a care free, jovial leader. An unfeeling monster rules them now.

We always had to be available whenever it was required of us. “Sorry, we lost track of time,” Zayn apologized quickly, running his hands through his hair stressfully. Boss shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to waste any more time. “It better not happen again,” he muttered briefly, before cutting to the chase. “Anyway, there's been some mass murders in Manhattan lately. I'll need you two to investigate these, and do what you can to find out who was behind them.” “Fuck,” Zayn heaved. “Is there a pattern between them?”

Then she kissed her forehead, gathered her things, and walked out of the hospital into the gray November afternoon. * * * The city felt different on the subway back to Brooklyn. Or maybe Elena felt different, hyper-aware, every stranger's glance landing like a touch, every shadow seeming to hold something waiting. She got home, showered for twenty minutes, standing under water that never got fully hot, scrubbing diner grease from under her fingernails, from the creases of her elbows, from her skin until it felt raw and new and someone else's. She was pulling on her uniform when the knock came.

My feet were slow to walk towards the door and push the wood close the rest of the way. But not before I took a quick peek at the hallway outside which also turned out to be empty. I stepped back inside with a sigh of relief and looked around the apartment. Everything appeared to be in place. My laptop was still sitting on the table where I had left it last night. Even my wallet which was carelessly lying on the kitchen counter was there. Nothing was gone. They weren't robbers. But if they weren't, what were they? Why were they here? What had they come for?

The men agree with him, but my ears perk up at the mention of the name I haven’t heard in years. “Excuse me, what did you say? Who got arrested?” I rapid-fire, earning confused looks from the group. Our manager answers nonetheless. “Some dude called Fontana, he’s a big crime lord or as the news says,” he explains, and the whole group listens intently. “He got arrested a month ago, I think and the streets have been more dangerous since.” “Huh, no wonder almost every man has a gun now. It seems like it's easier to acquire a gun nowadays than healthcare.”

I already knew Thorne was powerful but hearing it put so bluntly brought the reality of the situation crashing down on me. "So, what do we do? Sit back and let him get away with whatever it is he's involved in? "Logan, that man must be punished for that crime." "Are you really sure you are going to handle this case, Emma?" he asked worriedly. "After all the cases I solved, you are asking me that? Don't you trust me?" I asked him. "I trust you but what will be your first move?" he replied. "We collect evidence. We must tie everything that has happened together: Thorne, Franco's murder, and the Crimson Brotherhood. If we can find just one thing—anything—connecting him to these acts, we can act

during our first meeting, in July 1988, I came to understand that she also uses such cruel and self-inflicted criticism in a more universal way, with the sense that she has lived a life outside the tyranny of reputation. In the best and worst senses of the term, Arlyne Brickman is a criminal. The celebrated Mrs. Brickman had come to my attention earlier that summer, when I first began to hear his- The Mob Girl and her adventures in the New York underworld. It wasn't just that she was a "mob princess," the daughter of a well-connected Lower East Side Jewish extortionist. Nor was she only "married to the mob" because of her carnal associations with a handful of gangsters. Arlyne had become a

Rick shot her a sideways glance, "No one touches my daughter and walks away unscathed. She’s going to learn the hard way what it means to cross an Amores." "Ya, Daniel!" Rooney said "Roney, it’s urgent. The boss needs intel on a target. A woman who attacked Miss Brooklyn." Rick leaned back in his chair, "Let’s see how brave this woman is when she’s facing us," he said, almost to himself, before turning to Brooklyn. "This ends tonight." Brooklyn stood up from the couch, her movements lazy and indifferent despite the tension in the room. She stretched her arms above her head and let out a small yawn. "Never mind," she muttered, brushing off the entire conversation with an air of nonchalance. "

"I'm not in the mood for your jokes, Fenris. What do you want?" He sighed, setting down his glass. "Here we go. Anyways, I've gotten information about Brooklyn." I froze, my hand tightening around the decanter. I should have told him I didn't care. I should have told him to keep his information to himself. I should have acted like she didn't matter to me at all. But my wolf was howling, demanding to know. I sat across from him, my expression carefully blank. "Tell me." Fenris leaned back, his eyes never leaving my face. "From what we gathered, Brooklyn and her mother were attacked by rogues while shopping. Her mother disappeared that day. Her body was never found."