Crime And Punishment Everyman's Library Novels & Stories

Everyone was stupefied when they heard that Zachary had defended his first love and gotten her acquitted of all charges when she had killed his mother. "What kind of a son does that? And here I thought my son was bad enough for still relying on me financially!" "You know what's worse? He's married! It was his wife who handled the funeral alone!" "He looks like a decent young man. He's even a lawyer. Who would've thought he's such a deplorable person?" "Like they always say, you can never judge a book by its cover. Look at his first love. Even now, she's acting all innocent."

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I immediately clamped my hand over my mouth, terrified of making even the slightest sound. Inside the private suite, Zann Lima was dressed in a black bespoke suit, perfectly tailored to accentuate his tall, slender frame. He looked nothing like the listless figure who had been confined to a wheelchair. A cigar rested between his fingers as he lounged casually against the sofa, bantering with his men while emanating the commanding presence of a mafia boss. “Don, you’ve kept up the act for a whole year now. Neve Steele has worked down to the bone to pay for your treatments. She barely looks human anymore. This should be enough of a punishment, shouldn’t it?”

Even her poster was one of awkwardness and the two men in the same room couldn't help but notice. Elijah was instantly consumed by guilt; he hadn't meant to snap at her. He was just guilty for what he had done that he had to go and hurt the one person he never intended to hurt in his life. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath; he wasn't that good at apologizes. In fact he had never apologized to anyone.

The fire in my veins intensified. My consciousness began to spiral into darkness. Strength drained from my body. Even the sting of steel cuffs chafing my wrists raw began to feel distant. Sylvia's voice was sickly sweet, laced with malice. "Look, it's working! Soon everyone will know how vicious this bitch really is!" The men below whispered and pointed. "Goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover. An ungrateful snake like her should be fitted for cement shoes and dropped in the ocean!"

Whatever the case, he was watching his bride come to him. Surely, every man would feel that overwhelming pride. He didn’t care if it wasn’t about love. He noticed that she was crying, her pretty ocean eyes streaking tears. Well, this was just the beginning. More tears would flow, especially if she didn’t learn to behave. Meanwhile, she was really beautiful and he intended to own her completely in every sense of the word. To him right now, it was a necessary evil. His thoughts were bad but he couldn’t help it. Trouble was asleep and she chose to stir it up. Now, here they were. She wanted to play games. He was ready. What was it that Elizabeth Fry had said? PUNISHMENT IS NOT FOR REVENGE, BUT

Kicked against his hand playfully. “Never heard of it.” “It’s about caring more about getting someone in prison than committing the crime,” She paused. Staring blankly at the cover. “Well, it’s mostly about only finding women interesting when they’re whorish or evil.” “Maybe you should be reading something happier.” He was now sat beside her, the mattress bending to his weight, her dress crept up the backs of her thighs. “Maybe staying away from books about crime for the time being.” It was hard not to stare at her backside and wonder whether she was without any underwear or in a G-string. After all, they were talking about her father, however veiled it were.

Slowly he rubs a finger on my face, and I flinch. “I’m not going to hurt you right now. I am going to make you pay, slowly, and your boyfriend? He is going to pay for your crimes”, Pavlov says, and I shake my head. “Please leave Elliot out of this”, I say, and he shakes his head, grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer to him over the table.

I take a deep breath, and I go down the stairs slowly as I hear women crying. “You bitch, you gonna pay for this” I hear a man’s voice. I signal my man to stay quiet while I walk further into the darkness, and I see a light under a door where we can hear the screaming. I open the door and shoot before asking questions, and a tall, bulky man falls to the floor with a bullet in his head. I see four women on the floor crying. “I’m not going to hurt you”, I say as Elliot walks in behind me, and I can tell by his face he wasn’t expecting this. Fuck. Human trafficking really pisses me off, and I know who’s behind this. The guy that I killed had a strong Spanish accent.

“Tell me why you’ll never cross me again.” “I won’t! I won’t!” Marco gasped, tears streaming down his face. “I’ll pay you back! Just please—” Another strike landed. The sound rang out, a brutal reminder of his authority. Lucas felt a mixture of satisfaction and regret, the punishment a necessary evil in his world. “Remember this,” Lucas said, his voice steady. “You are nothing without your debts. You think you’re safe here, but trust me, you’re not.” The men continued, and Lucas felt his anger subside, replaced by a grim sense of duty. This was how it worked. This was how he maintained control.