By Hook Or By Crook Book Novels & Stories

"Words like that have consequences." I swallowed hard, my thighs pressing together without meaning to. The air conditioning hummed, but it did nothing to cool the heat crawling up my neck. "Maybe I want consequences." I replied. He glanced at me then, just a flicker of those seductive eyes of his, but it hit like a physical touch. Dangerous didn't even begin to cover Briggs Hall. He wasn't the hero who saved the girl. He was the one who broke her first, then convinced her the pieces looked better in his hands. And tonight, I was leaning hard into that sin.

"Chloe told her to buy it." Detective Greer turned to Sienna. "Is that true?" Sienna's lips trembled. "Y-yes... Chloe told me to buy it. She said any rope would be fine." "Did you read the product description when you bought it?" "I... didn't read carefully." "Did the seller write 'decorative rope, not load-bearing'?" "... Yes." "Then why did you buy it?" "Because... because it was cheap." Detective Greer sighed and had two officers take Sienna and Molly aside to question them separately.

***** Warning: This book is rated 18 guys, there are words that some of you might find offensive so be warned. Also, the male protagonists of this book aren't all lovey-dovey at first, he's cold and aloof since it's his personality as a Mafia Boss. If you are not comfortable reading the book, I'll advise you should drop it. Don't forget to comment as it encourages me to write more, thank you!

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

3769. Iyon din ang code na inilagay ni Baron sa screen, kaya tuluyan nang bumukas ang compartment na iyon. Maliban sa pera at mga alahas, naroon din ang black book sa loob kaya agad niya iyong kinuha.

Mike asked. “That would be him, and his name is Crook.” “Crook? A cop named her dog Crook?” “Yeah, he was born with a little crook in his tail and was the cutest little thing. Now that he’s older, it just makes his tail shorter and looks like it has a ball of fur on the end of it. He also lives up to his name because he will steal anything he can off your plate, off a table, or out of a trash can,” Little Bob laughed.

The maid knocked and disappeared before an answer could be heard from the otherside. I didn’t wait. I pushed the door open, my hand clutching the weapon inside my coat. “Ahh Mr Cruz.” He stood up from behind his desk, his hand hovering over the piece to the side of him, anticipating my next move. “I was wondering when I would be seeing you again.” He snarled at me. I paced forward, pulling my nine millimetre from my coat, pointing it directly at his forehead. Simultaneously, Luciano matched my movements, the shimmering metal in his hand was focused on me.

Finally, Victor let go of my neck, stepping back. He punched the air while I tried to catch my breath. I kept coughing away the suffocation. Wrapping my hands around my neck, I leaned into the wall to get myself. “Victor, this is a strong documentation. The Jones brothers law firm set it up.” Gideon uttered going through the file I had dropped on the table. Jones brothers? Oh my god, those are like the greatest lawyers in this world. How did the three brother get them to draft the documentation so fast?

I removed my arm from his grief and left him there. I took a step inside the elevator and pressed the button to the first floor. I drove to Chowking to have a take out foods. I attended two trial court cases today and it was tiring. I put the things I bought on the shotgun seat. I'm ready to go but some shouted. "My bag! Thief! Please help me!" The guy ran on my back. I didn't wait any second and hopped inside my car. My held on the steering wheel tightened as I'm chasing the thief. I will never let you escape. He rode this motorcycle so I need to double the speed of my car.

Something told me this girl knew what she was doing, and she wasn't going to stop the until she'd finally broken me down. As if her cheating and lying weren't a sledgehammer enough. "So what do you plan to do?" I paused my rapid typing and thinned my eyes at the odd numbers on the screen of my monitor, heat rolling up my spine when the numbers failed to coincide. Just another person to die at the hands of the Cattanios, and this time, a thief who thought he'd get away with cooking books and stealing half a million from a mega sale of desomorphine, or better known as Krokodil.