Concierge Of Crime Novels & Stories

he mutters. I lean over him and lick him clean and dry, enjoying the taste of him and letting him see me lick my own lips clean. With a little difficulty, I tuck him away, and he pulls his jacket closed to cover his still, overly-obvious bulge. ***** As we enter the lobby of the apartment block, the concierge does not at first even look up. "Yes?" he says. "What is it?" He is eating a sandwich, and casually brushes egg crumbs from his face onto his shirt.

He was worried that Virginia would be caught up in the raid while she was not at home. “I am on my way back to the mansion, Cedric. What happened?” Virginia acted like she did not know anything. “Oh gosh. That’s good to know. You should return back here soon. I got some reports that many of the capos were caught by the police!” Cedric sounded in panic. “Oh, what!? How could that happen?” Virginia tried to sound like she was worried. “I don’t know! It happens out of the blue. The consiglieres were trying to help them right now.” Cedric reported.

I question looking at Nico. Madam Connie owns the legal burlesque club where the mafia runs their illegal brothel in the basement of the burlesque club. It’s like a speakeasy, you need the password to enter Candy Land. Madam Connie helps manage the girls who work in the brothel as well as her club. Nico and many of the men who work for the DeLuca family get serviced at both establishments. It’s also sometimes a place business is conducted depending on who they are entertaining. I know more about the mafia world than I will ever care to admit.

Noah watched me for a beat, then went back to his workbook like he was giving me space to be an adult without turning it into a performance. I stood and crossed to the sink, ran water I didn’t need, washed a mug that was already clean. The small rituals that tell your hands the world still has rules. My belly tightened briefly—pressure, not pain. I leaned against the counter and breathed. In for four. Out for six. The door buzzed. Not the bell. Not the hallway. The building intercom. My stomach dropped. I pressed the button. “Hello?” “It’s Security,” the concierge said. “Two officers downstairs. They said it’s routine and they want to speak with you.”

Christine gives me one of the coffees and heads back to her desk as I go in. The first thing I notice is, he is crude and lacks any sense of sophistication or class. However he is a handsome man with very manly features. "Good morning i'm Detective Kerrick Swindle," I offer my hand and he takes it promptly, "I'm Dr. Vienna Starr." He releases my hand immediately I say my name and does not linger like some men do. "I have not seen you around before," he nods and takes a seat. "I have just been transfered to Greencity recently and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about the case i'm working on." I lean on my desk as he shuffles the files I hadn't notice before.

She wasn't too sure if she wanted to be around G and his mood swings all night. Anyway ... The truth is that once you get entangled with the mafia, you have little voice and vote. G led me through the richly decorated corridors of the theater. The white marble floors were covered by red carpets and well-dressed people walked through them as if it were their home. My jaw dropped as I tried to absorb the art of the hanging paintings. Why hadn't he come to this theater before? It was lovely. G was dragging me around without looking anywhere, concentrating on too many things to pay attention to me. It was a boy. You cannot pretend that you can do two things at the same time.

Everyone makes mistakes, but this one seems illegal. Conan still feels the same, numb and empty.

Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.

I can't just leave it and slack off or something knowing that my Dad's hard earned company is at stake. "It's about Clair McConnor's activity these past few days. My team's private investigator noticed her meeting with a certain Dionisio Declan. We looked for his information, and all we get was that he was an ex convict. Former right hand of, Polo Ravales, the leader of one of the largest syndicate in the US of A." My head tilted as my eyebrows slowly curled into a deep furrow.

I start with a small sip, but it’s fresh and sweet and I like it, so I take a few bigger swallows before I hand it back. Car Dude is awkward now, standing over us with a hand in his pocket, the other so tight on his drink I’m waiting for the glass to shatter. Sharp shards, ice. Booze and blood. All over his clean floor. Another layer of shine on his tiles. “So what now, ladies?” he says. He’s talking to my mother but he’s still watching me. Those glances to and back that tell me where his eyes want to stay. “You got any Oxy?” I say.