Crime Novel Gregg Novels & Stories

It seemed as if he had just vanished into thin air. They did file a missing person’s report later on, but to no avail. Instead, they uncovered some items that Greg had received as bribes. So many, in fact, that a huge amount of suspicious origins was found. In the end, his disappearance was determined to be an attempt to escape with large amounts of funds he had received as bribes, and he started being hunted down online. Meanwhile, Javier could not be bothered to pay attention to all this. Greg might have refused to help him, but this did not mean others would not.

"Winnie sent Diego to kill us. Can she be put in prison for this?" "Diego was a professional assassin who entered the country illegally, and he's dead now. There's no evidence to use against her," Greg said flatly. Heather's brow furrowed in shock. "He was a key witness. Why did you have to kill him?" Greg had fired the two shots that ended Diego's life. His displeasure was palpable as he blurted, "Are you blaming me?" His intense gaze unsettled Heather. With Diego dead, there was little left to discuss.

He wasn't just book smart, he was street smart. There were different shades to him that made him a little complex. So far, I'd seen the nice Greg, the one who rescued me from being drugged and raped. I'd also seen the flaky Greg, the one who had ghosted me. I'd seen the naughty Greg, the one who parted my legs and made love to me in his office. I'd seen the insecure Greg, the one who felt jealous that I enjoyed a massage guy's sex more than his. Lastly, I'd seen a reckless Greg. The one who drove through the streets of Vegas, breaking laws without a care.

“What murder? Jane… Jane killed herself, didn’t she?” Greg let out a derisive chuckle, his tone turning deadly. “Do you want me to spell it out? Or should I show you the evidence? Oh, I could do that… but you know how it works. Nothing comes for free from Greg Kingston.” His eyes gleamed with menace. “The evidence you just saw? Consider that a bargain. If you want more, you’d better think long and hard about what you’re willing to trade for it.”

"Detective, I was the target of that attack, not the perpetrator. My enemies—and I have many in the business world—they tried to kill me." "Your enemies." Morrison's tone was flat, skeptical. "The same enemies who somehow managed to coordinate their attack with the exact moment your niece was exposing your corporate fraud?" "The timing was unfortunate, but coincidental." Greg leaned forward, his expression earnest. "Detective, I may be guilty of some... aggressive business practices, but I'm not a terrorist. Why would I blow up a building where I was standing?" Morrison studied Greg's face, looking for tells, for cracks in the facade. "Where's your daughter, Mr. Richards?"

Greg owned 15 Leech for decades before killing them all. All the fine hairs on my body stood up instantly. I remember meeting Greg that night in San Francisco, before I heard a horrible screeching noise that finally brought me back into the alley ... But the police couldn't find a body the next day, had he just finished killing his last Leech then? My stomach hurts just imagining it. Then I thought of ... "Oh no, Lana .. " "Greg wouldn't hurt her. I don't know what happened to either of them, but he wouldn't hurt Miss Morrel." Something in his voice made me feel more at ease.

Jesus fucking Christ, he was going to get convicted for this. Greg. He thought of the rookie cop. Greg was on all their missions where accidents happened. When the accidents or mishaps happened, he got out safely but with little injuries alongside a few of his comrades. He fooled those comrades and used their words as proof that it wasn't him. No wonder no one suspected him for a long time. But who was Greg working for? More importantly, it seemed as if Greg was working with whoever stole Vincenzo's guns and ammo.

Not that I expected any letter to be attached but now that I knew Ava's plot so well, she was professional at what she does. Gregory opened the letters and I saw his already cold face grow more ugly. He looked at me like he was going to kill me any moment. "So you are still in touch with your lover. He's sending you money so you can escape from me. Why did you follow me when you knew you were going to escape? Did you follow me because you are planning to rob me?" Gregory asked. He poured the letters on my head and I looked at it. I didn't even know what to say.

Or worse — leave me with those men with empty eyes, who didn’t seem to have the slightest hesitation in using violence. “I don’t know exactly where he is,” I began, my voice trembling. “But I know someone who might be able to find out. Someone who has access to his communication system. Not directly, but… through transactions. Through payments. Tristan is careful, but he’s not invisible. Everything he spends leaves a trail.” “Who?” “A man. His name is Gregor. He works with cryptocurrencies and financial tracking. He’s discreet. Expensive. But efficient.” I lied about the last part. Gregor was efficient, yes, but not reliable. He worked for whoever paid more. And Cassius paid a lot.

They could not reject each other for the good of the other and their son. So Greg's life was sad and isolated because even within the pack, no one knew what he could look like because only a few servants, his nanny, and two other girls took care of him. He lived like this until an unfortunate event struck him. His mother was murdered and the investigations speak of a setup. She had been attacked when she found herself alone, all the servants having suddenly disappeared. After his crime, the murderer had set fire to the mansion, and while Greg on the left wing of the house had seen the fire spread he had run to see what was happening. He was only 5 years old but he knew something dangerous wa