Brooklyn Crime Novel Novels & Stories

*** Brooklyn, New York Draken I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I glanced out of the window at the building before me. Within were the pioneers of the Criminal Underground. The old and new generation, gathered so as to discuss the fate of one of their own. "I'm surprised they picked Brooklyn again this time. They usually don't repeat a location on these meet ups. The security must be insane." Ioann commented, a small frown on his lips as he also took in the building before us.

Brooklyn glowered, his gaze turning vicious, as he snarled, “Who the f*ck are you? How dare you barge in here!?” Brooklyn’s underlings shut the door right away to block his way out. Kayson arched his brow. “Move your men if you don’t want to end up in the hospital.” “Acting so brazen with me? Do you think you’re Bob Faber?” Brooklyn asked darkly. He then glared at Livia. “I thought you were some innocent maiden, and you said you don’t have any plans to date? “B*tch, I thought you had better respect for yourself, but you’re just another wh*re!”

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.

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

He whispered something into her ear which made her laugh and when she turned back to Nick, he gave her a pointed look. “I see you both are having the time of your lives.” Nick smirked but was cut off immediately, following his mother's scream. “Look up dudes, Lena has been caught.” Their attention shifted to the television as they stared earnestly at it. “Lena Brooklyn, the only daughter of CBC Chairman, Charles Brooklyn who was charged with the attempted murder of Cassie Peyton, has been found and arrested on her way out of the country. She is also suspected to be a drug addict and has been caught with some drugs following thorough investigation.” The reporter continued.

"I really don't have any regrets on whatever I did back then because you deserve it! And at least you shouldn't be disturbing me right now because we no longer have business together. Our business together was broken the moment I stop associating with you so put down this your fake gun and get the fuck out of my front. Brooklyn was now talking back at her with audacity and boldness "But how can someone in her wedding gown do This at the very day of her wedding? Do you wish to be a murderer on your wedding day by killing me?" Brooklyn questions her as she bursts into laughter and nods her head. "Of course I won't kill you, I won't be the one to kill you but someone else". Harley opened the to

_*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> ELARA The NYPD precinct is exactly what you'd expect from every crime drama on TV: fluorescent lights, worn linoleum floors, the smell of burnt coffee, and too many bodies in too small a space. Except this time, I'm not watching it on screen. I'm living it. Damien walks beside me, with his hand on my lower back. Behind us is our lawyer...a sharp woman in her sixties named Margaret who has a reputation for eviscerating prosecutors on cross-examination.

Part I Manhattan’s skyline shimmered beneath a cold, deceptive sun…brilliant, untouchable, as if the city itself denied every rumour whispered through its towers. The morning papers had her face on them again. HARTMAN HEIRESS LINKED TO BANK FRAUD INVESTIGATION. Evelyn folded the newspaper on the marble countertop of her penthouse kitchen and exhaled through her nose. Another knife disguised as a headline. Another move from Victor Crane.

She manages to deceive him for a whole year until her cup finally gets filled. After four months he goes to a nightclub and brings back a lady. They do their thing and the lady leaves the next day. Bella, as usual, goes to kill her. She has no idea the lady is the daughter of one of the deadliest mafia bosses in Italy. Killing her isn't easy because she fights so well, but Bella still manages to get her down. She is about to leave the place only to come face to face with Conrald and his men. Before she can say a word, gunmen pull up and finish off nearly all of Conrald's men whom he brought along.

Alfred said while walking towards the coffee maker. “What type of coffee do you prefer, black or creamy?” He asked Melody, clicking the two mugs together. “Creamy, sir,” Melody responded slightly, staring at Alfred, who didn't seem to spare her a glance. “Antonio is not like every other criminal; he has his tricky ways,” Melody insisted, staring at her boss with all inconvenience. “What ways, Melody?” Alfred demanded adamantly, but she wasn't willing to talk. How would she even tell her boss? She was involved with a criminal. How would she even tell her boss that the tricky ways he had were the ways he made her moan in sexual frustration?