Brooklyn Crime Novel Novels & Stories

They made it look like violent criminals had broken in, found a woman with millions in cash, and killed her for it. Just another robbery gone wrong in a bad neighborhood. They wiped down every surface they’d touched. Picked up the shell casing from the bullet. Left no evidence they’d ever been there. Three minutes later, they were gone. The apartment door hung open. Jessica’s body lay on the floor surrounded by chaos. Just another victim of street crime in Newark. BLACKWOOD MANSION - 11:47 PM Daniel was pacing in the living room, unable to sit still, when the doorbell rang.

A message she’d received that morning still echoed in her mind: “Brooklyn docks. That’s where the girl vanished. No cops. It’s the cartel. Follow Luca Moretti.” Just a name. That’s all she was given. But somehow, it was enough. Luca Moretti. Alleged leader of one of the oldest Italian crime families in New York. Never convicted. Never caught. Always a few steps ahead. Elena wasn’t ready to meet him. Not tonight. Not with her heart pounding like a broken clock and rain-soaked shoes squishing with every step.

Every bit of this place was scary but what were you expecting, I'm on the shady streets of Brooklyn, NY. Over here, you wouldn't find a billionaire walking or A-list actors and celebrities posing for cameras rather, you'd find crime lords and junkies like myself and Kayla. Over here, instead of the silence that braced the ears of the people in estates like that of the McKinneys, the police siren and yells of people were our own in sync melody. Kayla stared at me for a while before she finally walked over to the end of the room and pulled out a glass container of a blue liquid I knew all too well.

She headed to the kitchen, deciding to make breakfast for both of them. New Haven was starting to wake up. The streets were getting busier, and businesses were opening, including Capital Bank, where Lucas, a trusted employee, was about to betray it. Today was the day the Mafia would strike, and Lucas was their inside man. At exactly half past eight, the bank opened its doors. Lucas greeted customers with his usual friendly smile, helping a young woman open a savings account. No one at the bank knew that Lucas had been secretly passing security information to the Mafia. Today, everything would come together.

"I am not making anything complicated for her. It's you who made everything complicated for us. Why do you have to come back? We were happy in our little world without you and your brat brother!" Aaron sharpened his eyes when she took his brother's name. "I know what Ash did was wrong. But I warned him, I told him that if he did anything wrong to you, I will not leave him. He understood my warning. He regrets his mistakes. You were not here, I have seen him spoiling his life for you. He stopped living and did everything so that I will order my men to find you. I couldn't see my brother like that yet I was respecting your sister's wish. Asher loves you very much, Sabrina. Stop looking at ever

"She got aggressive when she drank and my dad was at work so I didn't want to be home alone with her so I left the house. It was dark, but the town was safe, so I thought I'd be fine." Brooklyn caught Harry's eye and her stomach churned. She was sharing something she had never told anyone. She didn't know why, but she trusted Harry with it. With her dark secret. "A man grabbed me and then I was unconscious," Brooklyn said and she looked down at her nails, suddenly finding them very interesting. "And then I woke up. It was dark, I couldn't see anything, but there were chains on my wrists and ankles. They were so heavy... And so tight-" Brooklyn swallowed and closed her eyes. "I saw his face o

The police are arriving no time soon. Brooklyn notice, she acts loquacious. Her moves tender, she approached our chef. With her gestures, it's easily guessable she's interrogating our chef. Brooklyn is highly intuitive compared to Brooke. I spread my left hand admiring the flash I sneaked in to my dress. The chandelier reflection enchanted it's hue. I smirked. Gripped the paper in my hands with anger. The Gardener's roses are bugged. I moved closer to Harley, not allowing them hurt a hair on her head. The lights flickered again.

“I’m not making a move until I know what I’m dealing with.” “Either way, we’re going to find out. And we’re going to destroy all three of them.” “How? They have guards. Videos. Witnesses. What do we have?” “I have information they don’t want anyone to know.” His smile turned vicious. “Vivienne’s been embezzling pack funds for years. Isabella was kicked out of her last pack for fraud. And Serena? She’s been sleeping with half the Silverpine pack. Including your father.” My stomach turned. “What?”

CHAPTER 2 — THE DEN The New York air hit me like a slap when I stepped out of the cab cold, sharp, laced with exhaust and the faint metallic tang of winter coming early. JFK had been a blur of fake smiles and forged papers, but now I was here. Manhattan. Luca Moretti’s playground. Obsidian was tucked in a nondescript warehouse district in Brooklyn, the kind of place that looked abandoned until you knew the code. Blacked-out door, two armed guards who didn’t speak, just nodded when I gave the name “Elena Voss gift from Mr. Russo.”

Their hair was tied up into a bun and from their necks, I could see the tattoo of a snake drawn forward till it disappeared within their collars. ‎Close the door, Alyssa. Close the freaking door! ‎For five seconds, I blinked at them, opened my mouth but said nothing. Then, I nodded at them and slowly began to pull the knob towards me. ‎A big hand dropped to mine on the knob and gave it a light squeeze. My blood ran cold against my skin as I declined my brain's offer to look up. ‎"Are you in a hurry, Miss Brawns?"