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“Terrible business with that cop on your property. I hope you’re all right.” The absolute last thing she wanted to talk about. “It’s over.” “Is it? So they’re not coming around anymore?” His look turned apologetic. “Mystery buff. Have you read the latest Konrath?” She shook her head. She painted enough dead bodies; she didn’t want to read about more. “I wonder if the FBI made any progress in the case?” “They don’t really keep me updated,” she said as she opened the door for him. “Of course. I shouldn’t have brought it up. It’s just…well, fascinating. Not as if we have too much excitement in Broslin.” He gave a quick laugh. “I should

Innocent victims put through suffering at the hands of the perpetuators who were currently free men and a menace to the city because of the numerous unsolved cases that were now piled up. That was why she felt so passionately about her job which was making sure those sick bastards were eventually locked up behind bars and their victims set free or at least their families got some closure in the case of murder. The crime rate had recently reached an all time high and the office of the FBI was flooded with unsolved cases and deep dark mysteries. Charlie Brown knew what was going through everyone’s minds - the sudden rise in crime in this city had to have something to do with one or all of the

Luciano Moretti. The name was a strike of thunder against the sterile calm of my office. I’d heard it whispered in law school, muttered in the halls of courtrooms, even growled in drunken confessions from prosecutors who failed to catch him. A ghost in a custom suit. The devil with clean hands. No photos. No fingerprints. Just legends—and the bodies he left behind. But now? He’d been caught. I read the article again, heart ticking faster with each line. Weapons trafficking. Financial laundering. Murder conspiracy. No statement. No plea. No team.

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he said, sipping his coffee. I glanced around at the others in the shop, noticing the tattoos on their necks,bold black ink spelling out "Brooks." The sight knocked out any remaining fear, replacing it with an new emotion, confidence. Atleast I had people to back me up if Damian's gang showed up. “So, let’s get down to business,” Dexter said with a wink. “What do you want me to do, my Lord?” I leaned forward, my voice as cold as ice, “Sell their company. Ruin them. I want her on her knees, begging me, kissing my feet. Do not stop until she...begs.”

“What are you—” “Elisia, I’m just going to tell you this once. Just once, okay? What happened to you and Drake has nothing to do with me. I have no interest in your personal life and no offense; I have no intention or anything like that for Drake. Look, I certainly didn't'steal' anyone.” Sherly then smirked. “Or maybe you should have a conversation with Drake first instead of crating a scene here. You slap me and make a fool of yourself.” “Don’t play innocent here, Sherly! I saw you in the way you looked at him. You always get what you want, right?” She said, continue to accuse Sherly.

She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

The red and blue lights turned the pooling blood into a sickening, neon purple. Hugo entered the study. The smell of the pier—salt, cordite, and wet wool—followed him in. Dominic stood at the window, watching the city. "It’s done," Hugo said. "Marco’s gone." Dominic didn't turn. He didn't even blink. "He tried to break the line," Hugo continued. "Suicide by cop. Two to the chest, dead before he hit the ground." Dominic’s reflection was a mask of cold stone. "Gary’s in custody. The Feds are sweeping the pier."

he said, once I’d made myself comfortable, my arm over his shoulder for balance. I peered at him, wondering what that had to do with kissing another woman. “Who?” “Dominic is the shadow behind the world’s most untraceable crimes, an architect of the dark web and master of digital disappearance,” Viktor growled, then he turned his gaze to mine. “You will stay away from him.” A defiant tingle crawled under my skin. He was jealous, and rightly so. Dominic was easy on the eyes, charming except for the way he always attacked me with a pole, but wasn’t that evidence of his attraction to me?

Books by John Grisham, Sidney Sheldon, Colleen Hoover, James Patterson and Ted Dekker. Jamaal Amir Haidar reads novels, crime most especially. I'm even shocked to see he reads Colleen Hoover's books too. I picked one of the books and began to smell the fresh scent of newly printed books. The door opened suddenly, Jamaal stepped in with little Ahmad in his arms. The little boy had his hands wrapped around his brother's neck. I stared at Jamaal in shock, seeing Jamaal holding his younger brother, trying to lure him to sleep shocked me.