Criminal Minds Birthright Novels & Stories

“She’s in a world we can never touch.” My wolf persisted, his growl louder. “She’s our mate! We can’t just give up on her!” “But we’ll never really get away from this criminal lifestyle,” I mused aloud. “It was a fleeting dream. It’ll never happen.” I was born in shadows, raised amongst whispers and secrets, my soul tainted with the darkness of the underworld. Could I truly leave it all behind, cut the strings that bound me to this life?

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.

"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.

I grasped his chin and hissed, "Death's too merciful for you, Felix. I'm going to make sure you live until you're 100 years old. You're going to watch me take away everything that you hold dear." … I didn't see Faith again after that day. Apparently, she was beaten to death after she offended another wolf during one of her manic episodes. I felt a pang of pity when I thought about their pup, so I sent him to a welfare organisation. Unfortunately, the pup's brain was damaged during his time with Faith, so his mental age would forever remain at three years old. Meanwhile, I adopted the pup with the type-O blood, dedicating all my attention to raising him. He grew up to be a brave, strong wolf.

If this continues, I might be forced to haunt down this half-brother of mine. A hand pressed to my temple, i force down the pain piercing my head me. "Since he refuses to learn. Put the cops on his tail. Turn the Bravata against him." That should keep his hand full until I am ready to deals with the fucker. "Yes, boss." The three men responds in unison. We continue discussing our next shipment. After Father's death, I stopped the shipment of drugs and women, my focus is on weapons. Guns, bombs. The mafia cannot do without my shipment, and Mikhail knows it.

Thomas was pulled away and fell to the ground, coughing violently. Pinned to the ground by several bailiffs, Dad was laughing maniacally. He laughed until there were tears, and the tears, mixed with blood, streaked down his face. In the end, Dad was sentenced to seven years in prison for negligent homicide. As for Thomas, because he was diagnosed with extremely dangerous congenital Antisocial Personality Disorder and exhibited high levels of aggression and harmfulness, he was stripped of normal custody rights. He was sent to a special children's psychiatric intervention facility.

As she said it, she lunged as if to slam her head into the car door, and two young men rushed to hold her back. The officer in charge's face darkened, and he pulled a cold pair of handcuffs from his belt. "Enough. Stop this." The officer walked toward Ryan with the handcuffs. "The witnesses, the evidence, the footage all point to you. You're a suspect in attempted rape and arson, so we have to bring you in for questioning. Let's go!" The moment Ryan saw the handcuffs, all the strength left his body and he crumpled to the ground. He looked at me in despair, the light in his eyes going out completely, as if he could already see the rest of his life ruined.

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm