Criminal Minds 13th Season Novels & Stories

They we're about to clean everything when the color of those bastards blood made me want to kill more of them. Indeed, when my eyes caught sight of Victoria again, a vicious idea forms in my head. I don't care if it will counted me as a psycho or perv for what I am about to do. I just need a release and this could be a last good memory of this place before selling it to another person. "Jace" I call to the lieutenant of my crime unit. "Yes. Don. Leave the cleaning for tomorrow" I said. "I also want a full report of tonight's security breach and tonight's event tomorrow morning. Make sure to inform our removalist team to ready my home at Southern Park, 460 Park Avenue tomorrow."

BRANDON Four weeks later, preceding Alfio’s case investigation, the prosecution office has Marcus Katrakis and Annette Teller arrested by the UK police and transported to New York, where they committed the crime of murder. I am now facing the man who killed Mom and Elga, with a glass wall dividing us. He has a number plate over the left breast of a gray uniform, wearing the same as the rest of the criminals inside.

“So I can be sure that the murderer must have a serious mental illness or mental disorder. They must be extremely abnormal.” “F*ck!” Hardy was completely furious. Seeing his angry expression, Neumann comforted him. “The thoughts of these people are hard for ordinary people to understand. However, the wicked will be tortured by the wicked. Didn’t the Death Judge send them a death notice? Tomorrow is the 6th. They won’t be able to escape.” “I really want to catch these scumbags with my own hands.” Hardy clenched his fist fiercely.

The cops looked at each other before one of them started speaking. "He was taken out of his room by the security for routine check up's. But Chris became aggressive and killed one of the security guards before escaping. We are currently searching for him" one of the cops informed. "Sir, Chris has a history of homicide and showed signs that he might be a psychopath. Don't you think that its dangerous for someone like him to roam freely, even for a while?" another reporter inquired.

A familiar voice broke the trance of my thought. " Blake?" I breathed out his name in disbelief when he gestured towards the glass full of water in his hand. The crave to quench my throat filled my consciousness but by suppressing that urge, I hesitatingly took a step back and shook my head. " Leave." I whispered. His deep black eyes stared into mine with nothing but offering a pure comfort as if he was there to heal my wounds but in a flicker of emotions in his eyes, he became distant. Right. After all what I can expect from another criminal who is nothing but a pawn of Zachary behind the façade of friendship? These all are criminals, they had murdered many innocents. How can they offer hea

Rather, the blonde felt a bit relieved that the latter did that as she thought about how that gang deserved it for killing Dakota’s older brother whom she loved the most. “Yeah, fuck them.” This time, it was Olivia’s turn to caress the latter’s head like a baby. “They got what they deserved.” “Yeah.” Dakota let out a light chuckle when she saw the annoyed face of the blonde. “Mathias wasn’t in this city a decade ago when we met. If he was, you would’ve met him and you would’ve liked him too. He was a really cool person.” “I bet he was.” “But I’m not lonely anymore. I have you, Bullet, and Knives—or Leo and Lia, rather. So, I’m contented now, even though it doesn’t feel right since I’m litera

I smiled and take a seat. "That's good I'm glad you went to him," Payton smiled. "Me too." We decided to binge-watch Criminal Minds when Martin walked in. "Did you start already?" he asked sitting next to me. "We were just about to," Jackson said pressing play. "What are we watching?" "Criminal Minds it's Brooke's favorite," Payton said laying in Jackson's arms. "Remind me never to get on her bad side," Jackson laugh making me roll my eyes. "Let's start."

The door closes and I begin trembling. I’m not sure if it’s caused by Moon, the overload of adrenaline, or the hit to my head. I remind myself who he is—all the horrible things I know about him. He’s the embodiment of every criminal who has crossed my path. He has multiple deaths credited to his organization. There’s never been enough evidence to pin them on Moon, but law enforcement knows he’s responsible. And even with all these thoughts, my damn body doesn’t care.

Christopher took a deep breath. "And our competitors were trying to take us down. Charlie and I were working our butts off, and we broke our bodies thanks to that. You ladies ignored us when we came to you. And you were flirting with those men. Unbelievable." I was already close to forgiving Christopher. "Well, you didn't tell us you guys booked a room." "And risk you escaping me again? Charlie even gave you guys 15 million in case you ran out of money. You ladies didn't notice that?"

"The way he looked at me. Right before he died. Like he was grateful. Like I'd set him free." "Maybe you did." "Or maybe I just murdered a man who was too broken to save himself." I closed my eyes. "We left his body in that motel, Adrien. We covered up a killing. We're criminals now. Actual criminals." "I know." "And we're still going to keep going? Keep fighting? Even though every step takes us deeper into the darkness?" "Yes." His voice was firm. Certain. "Because the alternative is letting Morgan win. Letting her continue destroying lives. And I'd rather be a monster who stops her than a good person who does nothing."