Criminal Group Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“I’m not in the mood for games, Vincento.” “Good, that makes two of us. What’s up?” Nikolai handed him the folded paper from Luca’s box. The names. The riddle. Vincento squinted at it, then whistled slowly. “Where did you find this?” “Just answer me,” I said, a bit impatient. He smirked. “This phrase… it’s code. A signal for a group called Vetra.” My stomach dropped. “What’s Vetra?” “A secretive group. No one knows who’s behind it. But word is—they help kids who’ve been through some serious stuff. Those who’ve been abused or abandoned. When the system fails them, Vetra steps in. But they’re slippery, like smoke. Hard to pin down.”

The tattoo was the profile of a wolf holding a human skull in its mouth and the Letters CNL. That was the name of the pack. During the five years since that fateful night, she had learned the meaning and learned to keep up the facade that her parents and brother had. She was cool and polite to the pack members, but something inside her had changed. Snapped. CNL was short for Cosa Nostra Lupus. Meaning her family was the biggest supernatural mafia group in the history of the world. It wasn't just in their area. Her father had outposts throughout the world and was stationed as regular everyday humans as well.

more than anything. "Rule three, there are three groups of people you must avoid. The gamblers and gamers, the drug barons, and the human traffickers or organ harvesters. One thing you must understand is that crime is organized in this place and no one kills or hits without a target. No one's gonna hurt you if you aren't their target, there is a group of persons who pioneer these groups and they are called the Grandmasters. Never let this information leave your mind." I nodded in agreement with what he had said.

He was great at covering his tracks. Searching for Brahma in the central region was like finding a needle in a haystack! Fortunately for him, after a few rounds of sparring with the Southern Boss and the other criminals, he realized something. The Eight Criminals on the Criminals List would usually hide themselves in the grey area of the Gangster World to avoid being caught by the Dragon Corps. They were inextricably linked to the forces in the Gangster World. The Central Boss was the overlord of the central region. He oversaw many forces. If Leon's guess was right, the Central Boss would know a thing or two about Brahma's whereabouts!

"Are you belittling me? Rather, underestimating?" "Oh, baby, of course not." He laughed. "You got it all wrong. I'm just cautious about disclosing something that only we should know about. We don't want to get into too much detail with you." I scrunched my nose from the name and just nodded. Toshiro obviously noticed this and sighed. "Well, we are not only some type of gang that you would typically see, but we are also a running business company, and what makes us a dangerous criminal organization is that we are working and doing some risky things. We have many... unlawful.... sources of income in each sector."

Tyr asked, his brow furrowed slightly. “I don’t know where their specific location is, but I heard that there is a local gang in Southern Sea City that has a cooperative relationship with Eternal Fire,” Eloi said with a shake of his head. “We can track down Eternal Fire as long as we find the person in charge of this gang.” “Which gang?” “The Crocodile Band! That gang is an organization that has members coming from both the mortal world and the ancient martial arts world,” Eloi explained.

The room buzzed with the low hum of murmurs as the attendees exchanged glances, processing the information. In the world of organized crime, where power dynamics and alliances have shifted like quicksand, any deviation from the norm raises eyebrows. Within this clandestine network, criminal organizations were symbolically represented by totemic animals—dragon, lion, wolf, and snake. Francisco Hilton, a formidable player in this sinister chessboard, bore the emblem of the snake. Among those present was James, a key player in this intricate web of criminal enterprises. As he lit a cigarette, his gaze shifted to Andrew, and he inquired with a hint of curiosity, "Where is your phony friend?"

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

If she had to be honest, though, she wasn't so sure she wanted to know, and she was a little relieved when G****e spat out a 'no results' at her when she surreptitiously ran an internet search on him. The only results from her 'Hawthorne family' search were website links to the Hawthorne Foundation and Hawthorne Group. The former touted itself as a charity organisation that funded several non-profits and social outreach programmes. The latter was a mega-billion corporation that owned various casinos and nightclubs all over the country. Her last hope was 'Clifton Bay Crime Family'. But, that too, didn't bring up anything. They really had a good internet guy, Marybeth mused as she absently pla

I have a feeling they have something to do with what is happening, Liam! So it wasn't just Richard Bennett who was curious about Samantha's family background. There was more perplexing to it—to know that the Black Claws, a notorious group of criminals, were involved in this. Where are you, Samantha… I whispered through our mate bond, but there was no response.