Criminal Minds Conflicted Novels & Stories

“Molly, do you want us to call a lawyer for you?” Most people might be confused about why she was offering this. I’d been the victim. It was my place that was held up—no. Never mind. I just remembered that I had indeed shot someone. This suggestion made total sense, but for a minute I thought maybe Sloane was referencing the other elephant in the room. Everyone on the street was aware of the Mafia war going on. When that robber had first come in, I’d thought that Easter Lanes would be collateral in the war because of my loose connection to the Walden Mafia family. I was relieved to find out he was just a typical run-of-the-mill idiot criminal.

But her heart wouldn’t stop hammering. “Criminal psychology is about understanding the minds of those who operate in the shadows,” Dominic continued, his voice deep, smooth—almost hypnotic. “Criminals, masterminds, manipulators. They all have patterns. They all have weaknesses.” His gaze flicked to her again at that last word. Was that meant for her? Isla clenched her jaw, refusing to let him see how much he was getting to her. If he wanted to intimidate me, he’d have to try harder.

Their attempts to drag me and Liam into their chaotic little camping trip had failed, so they were off to recruit new victims. I won't lie, I kind of wanted to go. Not for the s'mores or ghost stories, but because maybe getting lost in the woods for a weekend would be easier than getting lost in my own mind. There are so many questions I've been avoiding, memories I don't fully trust. The more I think I've figured out my past, the more tangled and distorted it becomes. It's like trying to piece together a shattered mirror—nothing ever fits the way it should. But still, one thing gives me peace—I'm not a criminal. At least, from what I've remembered so far, I wasn't. And I'm not now. That has

Fine if he wants to do it like this, then I guess I have to play dirty. Time to do what Aiden hates. The one thing we agreed never to mention again. Not even in our discussions with Leon & his father. We knew my tracking abilities would be used as the worst kind of weapon in war. It was something any pack would kill for. To be able to enter the mind of another and see what they see. Hear what they hear. Think of how this could be used when packs are strategizing, or hunting a prominent member of another pack. It would give any side an over-the-top unfair advantage. It would lead to the end of several packs, thousands of dead wolves and who knows what else if it was in the wrong hands.

She had put a lot of effort into her escape this morning, thus it was natural she would not reveal anything that Stanley could use against her. It did not matter. He had already employed his man to investigate the matter and he was confident to find out the truth soon. “Turns out the answer was not too complicated. It’s just that no one considered that the criminal has a conjoined twin brother. How did that woman learn that?” Stanley disregarded Larry’s silence and continued speaking to himself. Perhaps he was already used to it. “Are all criminal psychologists this powerful? They see through lies by merely posing a couple of questions.”

“Mrs. Grayson, I think you need a therapist. Whatever you went through in prison—” “I’m not crazy,” I snapped, my voice louder than I intended. He paused, his pen hovering over the page. “I know what I saw,” I continued. “That man is not who you think he is. You’re all so blinded by his money, his power, that you refuse to see the monster beneath.” The door opened again, and another officer stepped in, holding a sketchpad. They'd asked me to describe his physical features so they could sketch it out and make sure it matched the Axel Blackwood everyone knew. Because as far they were concerned, there was no way they were the same people.

SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🖤 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 7& 8 Somewhere In Italy** "So you kîlled her!? Lewis that's not what I wanted. Do you have the slightest idea of what you just did!?,The Brown's are a menace I've been trying to get rid of for years. Ethan is a dangerous motherfûcker, Lewis you just got screwed!!" Edwardo yelled visibly shaking due to anger

Malik interjects in their conversation. "Oh please, I heard her husband also fucks his secretary at his real estate firm. They are in some kind of open marriage." Zoe continues. "I heard that sometimes they do threesomes with their conquests." "Nasty, can't imagine those old people doing it. She's like over 50, right?" Jody shivers. "Don't be an ageist." Zoe laughs. "Guys," Linda runs into the break room, grabbing everyone's attention. "Something huge just happened." She starts, before taking time to catch her breath.

I'm a fugging fool . "I see you didn't intentionally come early anyways I want you to get me informations today about the case no jokes " he said suddenly frowning. "Yes sir " With that he left my office. I arranged my files and after a while I then decided to get coffee from the staffs coffee machine . I made my coffee just the way I want it and turned to meet the gaze of Zeke. And memories of my dream came flashing back and I took a step back. "Uhh excuse me " I said walking straight to my office. So yvonnne could be right Zeke could be the killer or a Vampire. Fugging hell….

Marco whispered, confirming my worst fear. The Blacksmiths are a criminal organization of ex-convicts and mentally deranged individuals. Many of them are prisoners, who were somehow able to break out of jail. I mean, I'm literally a mafia boss, selling drugs and weapons, so I know them. These people were the worst kind of criminals one could ever imagine. Murderers, thieves, rapists, human traffickers and so on. The Blacksmiths are no joke. "So he wants revenge for his father's death? That's why he took my wife?" I seethed.