Criminal Group Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Grayson shot me a look as though I was naive “He is very much associated with criminals, Quinn has connections with New York underground societies, mobsters, the Mafia, you name it” “Those are just rumors” I was a bit disappointed Mr. Grayson believed everything he read online. “What about Cross? Damien cross? He is openly friends with some from a known criminal family” I rubbed my forehead. This was ridiculous. “We can get proof, Katy” Mr. Grayson takes my hands “You can do this Katy" he whispered with conviction as I shook my head. "I know you’re scared, I understand. They’re might be consequences if you’re caught before it’s done, but I trust you, you’re a brave girl” he made it seem like

"The truth is, your uncle wasn't just my benefactor—he was my partner in something more. All of the businesses Greyson is a front for are what he deals in. All this is criminal. He has an underground ring of trafficking women and children and he is the top five seller of illegal weapons in America. He's involved in so many illegal dealings, that he's practically a mafia don. I admit I was once part of his Ring. We were even partners until he betrayed me,".

I will make Kody pay for such a big grievance! Cindy seemed to think of something and recalled, 'One time when he came to hit me, he was drunk and said something about cooperating with the Brown Group to evade 1.3 billion dollars tax. This may be a piece of evidence for you to bring him down.' The Brown Group? Cassie suddenly remembered that the headquarters of the Brown Group seemed to be in the Caliva city. She might even be able to get rid of the Brown Group along with the Lunn Group this time.

Thankfully she'd typed them out because her handwriting is atrocious, but the things she had written here made no sense, especially for an eight year old to know and understand. "They're a human trafficking ring?" "No-no, not just that, not just them. See..." She pointed to the paper. "The bad guys daddy and the uncles are after and these other groups are all part of the same group, they just have different names. Understand?" I had to think about what she was saying and try to follow along on the paper where she had a graph set up like a family tree. There was one group at the top with lines and arrows pointing to two more groups, which then branched off into others.

It only meant that what he was about to reveal was not good. "Fine, I promise," I relented. I was curious to know who was behind it. "Those men are called the Skulls and Crows, an organized criminal outfit," He said. "Please do not tell me that they are somehow connected to Renaissance," I implored him. He balefully nodded, affirming my worst fears. I sighed and finally sat down on the couch some feet away from his work desk. We were both couped up in his study so we could have some privacy. As much as I loved his mother, she was too meddlesome.

Moretti’s black SUV was already parked behind the building, his silhouette leaning against the brick wall, arms folded, jaw tight. I stepped out of my car and approached. I didn’t bother with small talk. “You gonna tell me what this symbol means?” I asked, showing him the photo. He didn’t look surprised. Just… exhausted. “That symbol doesn’t belong to any syndicate you know,” he said. “Not the Leone family. Not the cartel. Not even the Bratva. It predates all of them.” “Then who?” I pressed. “They call themselves Il Cerchio Nero. The Black Circle.”

Calla asked as she leaned back, smiling like a child asking a naughty question. Neva stared. “What do you mean what types?” “List them. Say them. I want to hear all types.” Neva blinked again, then started, slow and careful. “Alright... there are drug cartels. They move drugs, sell them. There are arms cartels — people who trade guns. There are smuggling groups — they move things hidden, like goods and small things. There are human trafficking rings — very bad, they sell people. There is money laundering — they hide dirty money. There are cyber gangs — they steal online, hack banks. There are extortion groups — they force people to pay. There are mixed groups that do a little of everything.

"What are you implying?" Jonathan hesitated for a moment before continuing. "There's a clandestine group known as the Order of the Crimson Moon. They're ruthless and influential, and they'll stop at nothing to acquire the artifacts. They believe the artifacts hold the key to unlocking immense power—a power that could tip the balance of power in their favor." Sorin felt a chill run down his spine. The Order of the Crimson Moon—a name whispered in the darkest corners of the world, synonymous with secrecy and manipulation. "What do they want with me?" Sorin asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil brewing within him.

Familiar. On the brick wall behind them, faint but unmistakable: a strange mark. Painted. Evelyn’s mouth went dry. “What is this?” Cassian leaned forward. “That mark showed up in three closed-case photos. All different years. All different boroughs. Your father was trying to track the people behind it.” “What people?” “They call themselves the Circle. They’ve been here longer than most of us have worn a badge.” She stared down at the photo. “He left this for me?”

A part of me wanted to make her laugh again just so I could listen once more. “There are different kinds of crime groups, by the way,” I pointed out, recalling what I had read in her notes not long ago. “What?” “Take us for example; we are Russian and referred to as the Bratva. There is also the American and Italian mafia, as well as the Mexican cartel. Different names but essentially the same things. You might want to be more specific,” I said, strangely hoping my pointers might help her. It wasn’t in my best interest to feed her more information, but she seemed to absorb it as she nodded.