Cat Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Doni Brain. Jo Garrotte. Leo Digger. The reason these three elite hitmen, infamous even among the mafia, were gathered in the back room of a candy store was because this candy store was actually Ricardo Luciano's direct murder company—Murder Inc. Since Valentine was the owner of the candy store, he was naturally the boss of this murder company.

“Good. I need her security tightened, round the clock, no breaks. I don’t want her to notice that she is being followed daily. Understood?” The person on the other side responded. Captain Smith nodded slowly. “I want the full profile on the boy who tried to kill her. I want his name, where he’s from, who he’s worked with, and what else he’s done. Also, get me all CCTV footage from that street. Nothing should be missing. Nothing. Am I clear?” “Yes, sir,” the voice replied. “Good.” He ended the call and slid the phone onto the desk behind him.

He swiftly dropped everything and answered the call, his voice filled with both relief and concern. "Father, it's good to hear from you," Liam greeted warmly, grateful for the familiar voice on the other end of the line. They exchanged pleasantries and caught up briefly on their lives before the conversation took a more serious turn. Liam's father began discussing the recent wave of murders targeting drug dealers across New York City. The perpetrators were ruthless, showing no mercy, and what made it even more unsettling was the fact that the mastermind behind these killings remained elusive, with an unknown face. However, one thing was clear – the mysterious man wanted Liam dead.

The question was, would he take advantage and mark her or, like the wolf had, grant her some leeway to accept her fate and agree to the mating on her own? A decision he'd have to make later, or in the heat of the moment, because Patricia broke his train of thought with a whispered, "Kirkland's cell is just up ahead. He's a wolf like Stu. Quiet sort. In for drug trafficking, nothing violent. He shares his space with a human." She paused to sniff the air. "I don't smell anything out of the ordinary. What about you guys?" Ricky shook his head, as did Stu, their animal shape preventing speech. Despite the lack of scent, Ricky pricked his ears, searching for any sounds out of the ordinary ? but n

The elevator once more sounded and opens, a safe second that will put their plan a success. “Welcome, Ma’am.” Taken aback, and clenching her hands and hard to the rail of the cleaning cart. Cath’s eyes widen for the person that she unexpectedly crosses and meets in that unlikely time, the criminal and psychopath bitch and Francis accomplish from the very beginning. ‘YOU!’ She screams inside her mind while holding herself on the ground to avoid any suspicion. Controlling herself by gritting her teeth behind her mask upon meeting the person that should be in prison and still should be right now.

Me. I thought about Julian's intelligence analyst. The one Gail had mentioned. Spent twelve years tracking financial criminals; now applies the same methodology to racing aliases. I thought about Julian in the boardroom, sitting very still with his folder, and the other breach, Katia. I thought about the drone grid on the bridge and the heat signature and the man in the crowd tonight with a proper camera pointed at my exit line. Then I stopped thinking about it, because thinking about it in the dark on a street in the Bronx at midnight was not useful, and I had a six-year-old asleep at home.

Whoever was behind it knew exactly how to get under his skin, and it was working. He took a cigar from his pocket and lit it, taking a long drag exhaling slowly as smoke curled around him like fog. He stared out of the window until the cigarette burned down to the filter. Somewhere in that city, someone was playing games with him using ghosts from his past as bait. And if that was the case, he’d play along. But this time, he’d be the one setting the trap. Nikolai turned from the window and walked to the table. He grabbed his coat, a gun and car keys from the desk.

“We’ve already got contacts checkin’ their safehouses. We’ll know soon enough where Cole’s layin’ his head.” Cat, lounging in her chair with her legs crossed like she was posing for a mob wife magazine cover, gave an exaggerated shudder. “Ugh, honestly? I told you that man was greasy. You didn’t listen. Now here we are in some Scottish Godfather fever dream.” “Cat,” I warned. She ignored me, turning to Declan with a dreamy sigh. “Also? Can I just say you look ridiculously hot cleaning your gun earlier? I almost needed a cold shower.”

She saw a car parked nearby and crawled underneath to shift into Cheetah, before heading to Molly’s. Ten minutes later, she scratched on her backdoor and mind-linked Sebastian and Audrey. “Finally,” said Frank as he let her in. “I don’t know what the cops are doing in the area today, it’s probably for a domestic fight or something like that,” said Molly. “People don’t seem to question black cats in the area, but I might just ward your rooftop for next time,” said Coralis after shifting back. Everyone was in the kitchen, and Molly waved them back to the living room.

He had no intention of poring over the matters of what went on in their beds, those of Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just and their Pet, as one of his team had snickered. The snide remarks stopped when the Captain shot the man, McPherson, a sharp look. Now he frowned, the mop of blonde hair falling across his forehead. Nicolas Piccolo was one dangerous, crazy rogue. but somehow, sending calls that bordered on a dangerous obsession, and morphed photos…that did not seem to be his style. The Captain had seen enough criminals to know the difference. No, this was someone else, he sensed, a man with a dark mind, even more dangerous than the bumbling clown of a mobster, Nico Piccolo. this was done by a