Novel & Cerita Brooklyn Crime Novel

They we're about to clean everything when the color of those bastards blood made me want to kill more of them. Indeed, when my eyes caught sight of Victoria again, a vicious idea forms in my head. I don't care if it will counted me as a psycho or perv for what I am about to do. I just need a release and this could be a last good memory of this place before selling it to another person. "Jace" I call to the lieutenant of my crime unit. "Yes. Don. Leave the cleaning for tomorrow" I said. "I also want a full report of tonight's security breach and tonight's event tomorrow morning. Make sure to inform our removalist team to ready my home at Southern Park, 460 Park Avenue tomorrow."

“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?”

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?"

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. ~⁠♪

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.

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

Emma teased, her coffee mug cradled in her hands. I managed a half-smile, the weight of the situation pressing on me. "I honestly don't know, Em. But I can't let it go. There's more to Alexei Pushkin than he's letting on, and I need to find out what it is." Emma arched an eyebrow, her expression a mix of concern and amusement. "You do realize you're talking about a mob boss, right? This isn't some Nancy Drew mystery." I chuckled, the absurdity of my predicament not lost on me. "I'm well aware. But there's something about this that goes beyond the criminal underworld. I can feel it."

“I get why my brother was so fascinated by you. Perhaps I need to look for my mate a bit more seriously.” Cal snorted. “You never take anything serious. Besides, if you would just open up your eyes---” “Oh, shut up,” Cole said. I wondered what that was about. But I didn’t have time to worry about their antics. “Oh…where’s Brooklyn?” I asked. Col coughed. “Um. Brooklyn was saved when you went to the Carina mansion, and is being put somewhere safe until this whole thing blows over.” “By who?” I asked. “Her mate. Turns out it was that younger guy that works for her. The assistant. Not really sure how that one happened,” said Cal, “but he nearly took my head off when I tried to go get her, so we