Criminal Minds Lila นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lila turned her head toward me and her eyes were huge and glassy like she was looking at a car crash. "Anya if this goes totally sideways and the cops show up I am the one with the actual medical license in my pocket," Lila whispered while she kept glancing at the side mirror to see if the black SUVs were closing in. "I can just tell them I was being a good person and taking him to a fancy private facility but you are going to look like a common criminal in their eyes."

I couldn't even say anything. "I grew up in hell," Lila continued, her voice matter-of-fact despite the horror of what she was describing. "I was trained to kill from the time I could hold a weapon. I became very good at it. Too good. I needed to see our father destroyed. I needed to see Nikolas beg for his life so I joined Solomon’s gang. Became his personal and trusted assassin." She chuckled. “And when he told me he was on a mission to eliminate Nikolas Orlov, I became interested and volunteered to take him down. But that night, at the orphanage, seeing him broken didn't make me feel any better.” "I forgive you," I said quickly, tears starting to stream down my face. "None of that was you

she began and watched the camera rock and sway before it tumbled and the sound of muffled voices shouting interrupted her thoughts. Dante finally picked up the phone and flashed his million-dollar smile, “don't sweat it Li, Mj already explained the little re-con that ended up digging out more in need wolves than even Quicksilver could house.” Lila exhaled gratefully and reached up to squeeze the hand Azreal placed on her shoulder. “Do you have a moment to discuss the Triad,” Lila asked in an almost grim voice and as Mj’s appeared in front of Dante, the look of malice on her face overshadowed the sleep deprivation that had been haunting it. “What do you need,” she asked and Dante looked down

said Yoel, shaking his head and making Kent smile triumphantly at Jimmy. "Well, just explain this case first," asked Jimmy to change the topic. "Okay, I'll explain slowly." "Claire, the chef from Bali hacked into a federal police account and by chance what she read and tweaked was related to one topic, serial murder. This time, it's really not a coincidence that a pile of papers with the initials of the numbers related to this serial murder was found." "The police will deal with it, while we will try to investigate and target this Asian woman. Do you understand?" Asked the man in the leather jacket named Yoel.

"Name is Mara. Investigated Darius before. For trafficking. Council shut her down. She hates him. She is careful. She is good." I think. One person. Not me talking. Not me defending. Someone else telling truth. "Call her," I say. Kael calls. Speaks. Short words. Listens. Ends. "She comes. Midnight. Neutral ground. She hears our evidence. She decides if story exists." I nod. But my hands shake. I hide them under the table. "What about Lila?" I ask. Kael's eyes narrow. "What about her?" "She was in his bed. She wore my clothes. She ate my food." I count each hurt. "But she was not smiling at the funeral. She was not smiling when he touched her neck. She was... waiting. Like I waited. For somet

“So, what was it this time?” Lilia was perhaps the only person in the world who knew my injuries were never accidental or self-inflicted. She’d been the only neighbour who cared enough to find out what was going on; a thing that put her in bad standings with the psychopath I called my mother. Lilia had had her lawn destroyed, mysterious yard fires, and the occasional late night threatening call. None of it kept her away. “Liquor laced with poison, I think.”

My blood went cold, the colour drained from my body, and even breathing became a struggle. I needed warmth and a closed space to hide. I wanted to scream and cry and wish I could turn back the hands of time before I demanded to see those images. The lone body part, brain and skull fragments, and even the worst, opened guts—although it was just a picture, I could smell the stench. Luciano would have ended up this way; wasn't that the reason he was here? "He came, Lily, the Russian; he wants you dead." The only reason he was alive, according to him, was because the enemy I somehow attracted, for some reason, had decided he wanted me to live in fear.

“No worries, leave Andrew to me. I’ll have him in the palm of my hand in no time. I’m a very good actress, remember?” Once again, Lila swore she heard the man snort but she couldn’t confirm it as her frown was directed solely at her cousin. She suppressed the urge to shake her head at the confident Carla over her foolish statement. The reason why she signed the paper was she believed that she could annul whatever was written on the paper with the help of Andrew. “I doubt it.” She said briefly followed by Carla’s mocking laugh. As soon as the door had closed, Lila was alone with the criminal looking man. She was thinking the best way to talk him into releasing her while waiting for Andrew to

Before he could move, I turned and ran. His footsteps were behind me. “I’m not going to hurt you, Lila. Just please wait and listen.” Liar. A big liar. The wolves wanted me dead for reasons I couldn’t begin to understand. His hand closed on my arm, hard. He pulled me back. I screamed and thrashed. “Let me go! Let me go, you monster!” “Lila, please listen to me ” he begged. For a second I stopped. But I couldn’t forget what I had just witnessed.

“Blackwood.Co! The shit I just threw on your walls? That's what you are! Filth! And until you tell the authorities the truth about that money, I won’t stop!” “Wicked lots! Making me pay for what I know nothing about! Tell them I'm not a criminal! Tell them!” she continued, her declarations lingering in the air as the crowd murmured in curiosity. As she was about to continue, two security men rushed her, seizing her hands simultaneously as policemen surrounded her, one handcuffing her. Lila paused the video, the air felt frozen. Everyone’s faces carried the same expression of shock as silence enveloped the place. Ethan sat like a statue, his jaws clenched so tightly as his face burned with ra