Brooklyn Crime Novel Novels & Stories

The city around was lit up with lights as I walked towards the road to take a cab. A hand clasped my shoulder. I turned. The man behind me was already reaching for his cuffs. “Ms. Alexis Brooklyn,” he said, voice flat. “You’re under arrest for the theft of a classified artifact from the Louvre Museum.” “What–?” The word barely left my mouth. Hands closed around my arms, steering me forward before I could take another breath. My clutch was taken. My phone followed.

he said. Brooklyn stepped around him. She looked at Vanessa's body. At the head, twisted and limp. At the growing puddle of dark red. “Well,” Brooklyn said. She bent down and picked up the fallen files. “That solves that.” Justin didn't move. His eyes stayed on Vanessa. On her fingers, which had curled once against the tile and now lay still. “Someone's going to find her,” he said. “No, they won't. Not tonight. We'll move her.” Brooklyn tucked the files under her arm. She nudged Vanessa's hand with her toe. The fingers didn't move. “Clean up. I'll get a cart.”

On the walk home, I passed a newsstand selling underground gossip rags. Through the heavy snow, I casually glanced at the colorful covers. The East Coast mafia world had been completely wiped clean. None of the faces I used to know were on those covers anymore. No untouchable Victor. No arrogant Dominic. I heard a rumor that a new beggar recently showed up in Brooklyn's dirtiest red-light district. It was a crazy woman with a broken leg who looked a lot like the once-glamorous Chloe. Every day, she dragged her crippled leg around, digging through the trash for moldy food.

Chapter 25: Secrets Beneath the Surface The dawn broke over Brooklyn like a fragile promise, pale light creeping cautiously through the heavy curtains of Damon Draven’s penthouse. But inside, the world was far from peaceful. Shadows lingered in every corner, secrets whispered behind closed doors, and the air hummed with a tension that refused to dissipate.

And finally, present regret and changes are bolder than past crimes and ruthlessness. “Sir.” The officer stopped him. “The areas around the states are also under control. One of the officers informed us that someone helped them.” That was quick! But he was glad that he was not going to wait much. He wanted her in front of him as soon as possible. “Who?” He asked, his eyes narrowing a bit. “His name is Kevin Banks.” And a small crease was designed upon his eyebrows when he found the name familiar. Very familiar. ~⁠♪

Hunter's Pov I zoned out on my conversation with one of the girl Nico set me up with as memories of last night began to fill my head again. Yeah this morning was something else but what can I say about it. I am a sick bastard. I may not own New York but I am closing to owning all territories here. I never wanted to have anything to do with America but the Gambino brothers was the first to make a move by stealing some of my assets and my resources in London.

Alessia slid into the plush leather seat, her heart racing. As the car pulled away from the curb, Alessia's mind whirled with conflicting thoughts. What am I doing? she wondered, her fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of her dress. This isn't just some wealthy businessman. This is the Bratva. The Russian mafia. The realization sent a chill down her spine. She'd heard whispers about the Bratva's activities in the city - extortion, drug dealing, even human trafficking. And now she was willingly walking into their world.

When the door closed behind him, the apartment felt unbearably quiet, like all the noise and happiness had been packed up and taken with him. "Breaking news out of Hell's Kitchen tonight: The NYPD has successfully dismantled a major criminal organization in a sweeping raid. The operation led to the arrest of the gang’s notorious leader, along with five of his top lieutenants and thirty foot soldiers. Authorities say this is a significant blow to organized crime in New York City, as law enforcement continues its relentless effort to clean up the streets and restore safety to our communities. More updates on this developing story as we get them." I yanked my hair back into a tight ponytail, th

Each step I took felt heavier under their scrutiny. “She’s stunning,” someone murmured. “Who is she?” another voice asked, laced with suspicion. Ivan’s grip tightened as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Keep your head up, Lilah. Show them you’re not afraid.” I wasn’t sure if it was a command or reassurance, but I obeyed. My chin lifted, and I forced my legs to steady as we moved deeper into the crowd. Ivan greeted powerful men whose names I recognized only from whispered rumors. They were kings of their criminal empires, exuding an air of danger that was both alluring and terrifying. Among them was Nicolas Ricci, the Italian mafia boss, his sharp features and cold smirk m

When Sean was in a coma, Brooklyn pinned the audit on Sean because she honestly thought he would die! She looked up to see eyes on her and on her father. She turned to Sean and caught him, lifting his chin at her. Brooklyn finally recognized that Sean was out to get revenge! "Oh, god, Dad!" Brooklyn exclaimed. "We need to leave -" "Director Bernard," A police officer had entered the ballroom. He presented an arrest warrant, saying, "You are under arrest for misuse of government funds."