Criminal Minds Birthright Novels & Stories

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory.

My hands didn't tremble, my eyes weren't wet, and my voice was eerily calm as I gave my statement to the police as the only witness and survivor. The doctors said I had developed severe OCD due to PTSD but I only knew the numbers kept me from spiraling. My Mother's parents took custody and brought me to America hoping the Bering Sea would keep my father and the bratva away but nothing keeps Maxim Vongov from what he wants. Not when what he wants is the heir to his empire, I was molded until my blackened heart turned diamond ice with jagged edges and pointed tips. Being the son of the Bratva leader gave me the resources I needed to find my mother's assassin but before I could deliver his just

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

Rena pleaded as she is hugging her son, refusing to let him go and begging him to go at the same time. " Our pack is cursed for the crime Gerald did, but he also had to do it, for the sake of prophecy. " As a voice interrupted them, it was Alfred, Silver's father. Umera didn't care to look at him but he listened carefully. " What prophecy and which crime? Something other than killing the babies that they know absolutely nothing about the ugly world we are living in? " Umera hollered the words as his dad shut up knowing he is also guilty for letting that happen in the first place to his pack.

Mike took another sip of his drink. "But look now instead I killed a lot of people." Mike's hoarse words made Adam pensive, the man with dark eyes who now looked wistful was contemplating all he had done so far, the grave sins he had committed. Adam was normal at first, before power destroyed his normal mind, Adam was power mad and he admitted it. If only. If only, Mark intends to take over all of their father's dirty work, then Adam will not hesitate to fight with his own biological brother.

I replied, rubbing my forehead in frustration. "But, boss—" he started to argue. "Do as I say," I barked, cutting him off before ending the call. This was the other side of me. Outside of managing the Knights Enterprises, I was the mafia boss—the head of the underworld. People feared my name, and no one dared to cross paths with me. I always got what I wanted, no matter the cost. And now, I wanted my baby girl. She didn’t know it yet, but there was no escape from Ryder Knight.

“I’m going to make sure you don’t get out! And while you’re stuck in here, I’m going to fucking take her back!” I wiped the blood from my lip, eyes blazing. “I won’t let you do that. Come on, Damien! Man up! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? You killed an innocent mother and her child! Serve your time in this fucking prison, not me!” Damien just grinned at me, his psychotic calm settling back in. “Come on, brother. We look so much alike. Do me this favor, okay? I’ll give you a big payout when you get out.”

"They're a mafia organization affiliated with Crimson Eagle Industries, the competitor to Gil's. These men run the dark of the world. They handle all the 'business' that Crimson Eagle might need to stay off the books. Brutal, connected, loyal only to one man.” Flipping myself back down, I saw the pictures again, flipping through them until my fingers landed on the final shot. I almost let it drop when I gazed on the face in it—man with keen eyes, cocky nearly arrogant grin—and so powerful and ruthless; yet so familiar, gave me chills. It was him. Thorne Crimson.

And then the truth unfurls, page by awful page. The inheritance. They needed my child alive to claim it. My grandfather, the man whose face I barely remember, had known. He kept me and the baby alive as long as he could. The baby was born early, tiny, fighting. And then… he died. A car accident, they said. The file hints at sabotage. Another piece of the puzzle I never saw. After that, they took Ava. Daemon and Rachel. And when they had what they wanted, they ordered me dead. A final line in a hospital report, signed by a doctor who refused.

"This poison is very rare! If we inject it into his IV, he'll die in a few seconds. Isn't this the perfect time? The only one to blame for his death is the hospital's negligence." Meazus Lucasio was the leader of a mafia syndicate involved in oil, gas, and machinery refurbishment in Manhattan. The man was engaged in a fierce rivalry with a cartel over a female night guard due to a failed tender. The man from Brazil was hospitalized exclusively after being shot at the headquarters of a mafia boss who won the tender. Meazus Lucasio should have won the tender, but the man now in critical condition revealed secrets and leaked them to the mafia-specific media within the syndicate.