Brooklyn Crime Novel Novels & Stories

It's Monday morning and Max’s alarm pulled him from his sleep, which he didn't get a lot of last night thinking of Jenna and what happened in the car. Getting up and ready for work. The Criminal Investigations Division which he works in is his passion. This weekend he needs to be on call the major drug bust that his team is planning is very near. Then he goes on long service leave he wants to get away with Jenna. He no longer wants her to work. They can both retire enjoy life, get married have kids. That’s what he wants. The perfect life with Jenna

He doesn’t stop me. Bursting in through the room, my eyes first clash with Serena’s cunning ones, her expression telling me enough about what has just happened here— I have just walked right into a trap that she has set for me. Sitting on the other side of the table, right in front of her, is none other than Viktor Brullo— the infamous crime lord of New York with a penchant for brutality and purely psychotic methods of torture for those who betray him— among other things including, but not limited to young and beautiful women.

He looked at Nelly, who sat like a stone statue, still whispering lies to her legal team, and he laughed—a jagged, broken sound. ​"You're still lying, Nelly?" Raymond snarled, turning to the judge. "I'll tell you everything. I pulled the trigger in 2009. I drove the car that brushed John’s wife. I killed the reporter. But every single drop of blood was shed on her orders. She was the mind; I was just the hand." ​For hours, Raymond detailed every bribe, every clean-up, and every threat, effectively burying Nelly under the weight of her own greed.

Charlie went through a swift transfer process at the Immigration Bureau and was taken directly to Brooklyn Prison. Brooklyn Prison was located in Brooklyn, the most chaotic and crime-ridden borough of New York City. Despite its relatively small size, it housed some of the most notorious and dangerous criminals in the country. Most of them were gang members who committed murder, arson, robbery, and drug trafficking. In the New York prison system, Brooklyn Prison was undoubtedly the most unruly and worst of the lot. Almost all of the guards were unwilling to work in this prison. Upon arriving at Brooklyn Prison, Charlie was quickly assigned to Area 1 after a quick prison admission process.

It was shocking for her as well. " According to the report, Irene Brooklyn is a serial killer from North City, She died ten years ago and this is her entire bio-data what that bitch used.. " " Ah-choo!!! Who misses me? I am too busy to miss back. " Alisha tries to move her hair from her face but fails because she is trying to paint again. " Let me help you!" A strong and well-built hand with a small beautiful tattoo on his wrist removes her hair. " Thank you. I will treat you the whole lamb tonight!" Alisha smiles flirtatiously.

“Hey! Callum is a world-class field agent. And we are very discreet.” “I found his tactical holster in the vegetable crisper yesterday, Phoebe. Discreet is not the word I would use.” I reach the door, pausing with my hand on the brass knob. “Don't wait up. If everything goes right, the Crimson Dragons will be bankrupt by sunrise.” I slip out into the Brooklyn night. The air is thick with the scent of rain and salt from the harbor. By the time I reach Lower Manhattan, the city is a blur of motion and steel. Club Ombra looms ahead, a cathedral of black glass and crimson neon.

The line went dead soon after. Lina broke down instantly. "No… That's not possible… He didn't mean it… He's just too busy—" "Stop lying to yourself," I said icily. "I'm giving you two options, Lina. "Option one, you return everything Vincenzo gave you, including the money, the sports car, and the diamond necklace. In exchange, I let you walk away, and you leave Nowork unharmed. "Option two: you spend the rest of your life in prison. And while you're inside, your family gets a firsthand lesson in what happens when you cross the Corleone famiglia."

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This chapter contains themes of attempted murder, violence, death, psychological distress, trauma responses, and graphic descriptions of a fatal fall. Reader discretion is advised. Please take care while reading. Katia stood on the gravel-strewn rooftop of the I* Technologies building in Brooklyn, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her grey wool coat. The wind at twenty stories up was direct and biting, carrying the sharp scent of exhaust and cold river air from the East River. Below, the streets were a loud, continuous grind of yellow cabs, delivery trucks, and the distant thud of construction, while across the water, the Manhattan skyline rose like a giant, gli

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.