Criminal Minds Birthright 소설 & 이야기

Leone stared at her distorted face, her words ringing in his ears, yet unbidden images flashed through his mind: Me Three years ago, when he was ambushed by a rival family and injured his arm, I had pulled him from the firefight, risking my own life. Back then, he had thought I was just afraid of losing my powerful connection. On his twentieth birthday, when he officially became the family Underboss, everyone gave him luxury watches and sports cars, everyone only wanted to discuss business with him. Only I had asked if he was tired, if the pressure was too much. I had given him a hand-knitted scarf that looked a bit clumsy, which Anastasia later cut to shreds. At the time, he had scoffed, co

The funeral was nothing but a ploy to torment Ethan. My heart sank. Meanwhile, the baby inside me cheered. [Yes! My real mom is here, she's gonna feed me so much good stuff!] [Gain one pound, unlock Smart Brain. Two pounds, Strong Limbs!] [When I grow big enough, I'll kick this sacrificial lamb to death. Perfect!] I clenched my teeth in fury, but then I remembered something. Every time I completed a mission, the system rewarded me with tons of items. Back then, I thought life would finally be smooth and happy, so I never even checked the storage.

DANTE’S POV My whole existence was laid out before me when I was conceived. I knew from a young age that I was meant to be king. The mafia world belonged to me when I was in diapers and it still belonged to me now at the age of thirty. Sometimes I try and remember when it clicked for me as a child when I lost my humanity, but I honestly can’t remember. It makes me wonder if I was ever born with feelings and emotions—because I honestly don’t think I was.

"There is no why, really. Mateo and his siblings were born and raised by criminals. Their father ran one of the most brutal cartels in Mexico history. How do you expect them to behave if not this way? They were groomed for this life from childhood." Eve accepted her coffee gratefully, wrapping her hands around the warm cup. "But he could have been different. I mean, there are some people who break the cycle. Some kind of publicity, I mean some people who are born poor but do not always remain poor. Some people who are born into crime but choose something else."

Anactius explained, and moments later Ractus died. The last crime the police arrived and the Guards, when Anactius called them. Then Anactius reported to Paris on disclosure of the serial killer "Mathematician". - Why are such scumbags born? – asked Paris Anactius. - Such as "mathematician" are not born, but they become them. - Who is to blame for the fact that they become such? "It's all our fault." - Do you think people with the "33" gene can become such subhumans?

Why couldn't I keep my poor babies? While I drowned in grief and confusion, Martha discovered a strange security footage scene from home. In the video, I intentionally jumped and thrashed about, even pressing hard on my stomach as if I were desperately trying to kill my baby. But I never did that! I had always been extra careful at home, taking every precaution to ensure my safety with every move I made and paying close attention to my diet. How could I possibly have done something like that? I desperately tried to explain and protest my innocence, but my in-laws and Wyatt were convinced that I was mentally ill and forcibly sent me to a psychiatric hospital. Even the doctors diagnosed me wit

to mature, I continued building my criminal empire, using countless women to fill my free time between business operations. My journey in the criminal underworld began early in life. I was born in the poorest, most dangerous section of Cascade City, where my parents were hopeless drug addicts who couldn't be bothered with actually raising their son. I was forced to grow up quickly, never developing any emotional attachment to them or anyone else for that matter. I rapidly evolved into a cold, calculating person completely devoid of normal human empathy. Within just a few years, I built my own criminal organization, eventually becoming one of the most dangerous and feared leaders in the entir

Criminals hiding in tailored suits, and designer shoes, with fat coffers filled straight from misdirected public funds. Government officials, charity coordinators, and a long list of fraudsters. Including a priest. He was born the son of alcohol addicted single mom who loved her beer more than her own son. And kept him close enough for the sake of child's support. A tool. Until he got taken, by men he has never called by name. Men who raised him to kill. Men whom he killed when he got fed up with his assignments. It was different. A different man. One he couldn't bear to pull the trigger on. Someone had paid for the head. And he had realized it at the point of shooting.

“We’ll have to check it out but if you can get the fort wired with a camera and sound that would certainly help.” “I can do that,” Nicky agreed. Nikoli nodded. “Good, then let’s go with this. As long as we don’t hurt him any other way. I want his confession to the murder of my wife and the kidnapping of my infant son. That will bring his empire down and ruin him. The Bratva does not condone murder of family members unless they have committed some sort of crime and kidnapping of innocents themselves. Bethany’s only crime was being in love with me.”

I say, heartbroken by the thought that the circumstances of her birth were in any way her fault. She grimaced. Clearly bearing the weight of it all even now. “My people believed that a child that is born at the expense of their mother’s life is inhabited by a dark spirit. That darkness is what murdered the mother during birth. That darkness needs to be returned to the spirit realm. A spirit child never meant to walk the terrestrial plane.” “It’s all fine and dandy to think something, it is a whole other thing to kill someone over it.” I retort.