Cat Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Levi sighed as he again told me, “Alpha Dominick, I have called the district attorney, he assured me that I will receive all the evidentiary materials by courier Monday, it does take time for them to get the packet together and this is the human’s we are talking about, they don’t move quickly when it’s not in their favor.” I hung up and went to the dungeon, we don’t have a prison like in the human world, no our criminals live like the filth they are, underground, in shackles of silver to block their wolves from surfacing or mind links, their practically human without their wolves to give them the extra abilities. I need to make sure that I’ve gotten all the information they have when it com

I give a half-hearted shrug. "Has she told you anything?" He asked. It was obvious what this was about. They had not been able to crack Cathy like they wanted. She had been more tight-lipped than they would have liked. I thought back to everything she had told me. Her mother's name and the muttered name of a mercenary who had connections to the mafia. It was obvious that this was not a police case, like many of the cases for CRIME X. It was better she was not telling them nothing as long as she was feeding me the information that I needed.

A familiar voice broke the trance of my thought. " Blake?" I breathed out his name in disbelief when he gestured towards the glass full of water in his hand. The crave to quench my throat filled my consciousness but by suppressing that urge, I hesitatingly took a step back and shook my head. " Leave." I whispered. His deep black eyes stared into mine with nothing but offering a pure comfort as if he was there to heal my wounds but in a flicker of emotions in his eyes, he became distant. Right. After all what I can expect from another criminal who is nothing but a pawn of Zachary behind the façade of friendship? These all are criminals, they had murdered many innocents. How can they offer hea

Not until then. Taking deep breaths, I walked towards the detective in charge and placed the tip of my fingers on his temples. I closed my eyes and said, "You and your men have found the criminal for the death of Cilia Carpenter. The criminal is Oliver Woods, but he wasn't alone. He was being ordered by the victim's mother, Jessica Carpenter. Jessica Carpenter is also giulty for illigal drug use along with Oliver Woods. You and your men are on your way to capture them." I opened my eyes and let go of the detective. I had done it. I had done it and there was no turning back. I didn't regret it.

I stood in the center of the study, the blue light of the television reflecting off the mahogany walls. The news ticker at the bottom of the screen was a continuous loop of my own failure. The police have issued a warrant for Catrina Lombardi's arrest, accusing her of corporate sabotage, and it's believed she may have left the city to avoid capture. "They're going to kill her, Julian."

"You called this meeting, Gregory. Why don't you tell me what's on your mind?" Gregory's gaze falls on me. He holds it there for a long, tense moment. Nothing flickers behind those eyes—no emotion, not recognition, nothing at all. Cold and dead. This guy's fucking unstable. I've deal with dozens of gangsters in my time. From straight-up murderers to psychopaths, drug dealers, addicts, thieves, and more. I've met them all, defended a few. I thought I knew the criminal mind. Until sitting across from Gregory.

Xavier I sat in my torture room with the evil spy that was sent by a rival mafia group to get information from my cabal. My men had already beaten him to a pulp and he looked so battered like he had gone through hell and back and to be fair he really deserves everything that was done to him. Aside from the fact that he was a spy sent by a rival mafia group, this man was also a rapist and child trafficker. I had one of my boys look into him and his record was truly disgusting.

After a long pause, he said softly, "Yes. He always took my things. He said we were poor and that I didn't have a dad." My heart ached. I pulled him into my arms. "If anyone ever says stuff like that again, tell me. I'll deal with them, okay?" He nodded and looked up at me. "Mom, Liam is dead. Will he turn into a ghost and come for me?" I froze. "Why would you think that?" "He told me before. He said if he died, he'd come back as a ghost to take me with him." A surge of anger rushed through me.

And Camile already had enough problems without having to carry mine. “You… you’re sure it was the same man?” she asked. I pulled the black card from the back of my phone case and showed it to her. “I found this on the ground, right where he fell after I hit him. And the bald guy in the footage had the exact same tattoo on his back.” She took the card and studied it. “It’s a Cerberus,” Camile said. “A what?” “The translation is ‘demon of the pit.’ In Greek mythology, it was a monstrous three-headed dog that guarded the entrance to the underworld, the realm of the dead—letting souls in but never out, tearing apart any mortal foolish enough to wander there.”

She wouldn’t—especially a loss like CC. This was how I kept those doubts at bay. There are hundreds of thousands of mistreated wolves around the world. I have not heard of those packs being marked with a curse. Nope. This had nothing to do with the beating and murder of Carissa Carter. I refused to allow those thoughts to be entertained, and the more Britt and Carter pushed, the angrier I became. However, Matthew had better be careful when that cowardly Beta turns back up. I suspect that he will be our weak link in all of this. He had already formed cracks and a guilty conscience since the day it happened, but thankfully, Kim and Britt kept him in check. With Kim gone and Britt losing her da