Criminal Minds Luke Alvez Novels & Stories

They would never betray Jones despite not liking him. With Luke, it's different. He's friends with these gangs, and being Mexican, he has credibility with them. It's been six years since I heard from Luke; he never set foot in Atlanta again, but I always check on him. I sent my contact in the CIA to investigate his recent life events and where he's been, and most of the things are in Chicago. He got into a fight in Chicago, was arrested for contempt of authority in Chicago, and started working as a police informant in Chicago too. I wonder if this won't affect my plans a bit; where he comes from, being an informant for a cop is the biggest sin, but Luke is smart; I bet he wanted to get arres

Nicole's brows knit tight. Seriously… What was wrong with this guy? She had been too far away during the execution to see Luke's face clearly in her past life, but the official report had laid it all out. He was a mixed-race drug trafficker who got his start up north, then smuggled product across the border and landed on the most-wanted list. It was enough to put him away for life, several times over. He had been on the run ever since.

The smile was gone. He frowned at me before rising to his feet and placing a firm hand on my shoulder. “Don’t make me fucking come after you before you do the necessary thing,” he murmured, his voice low and menacing. Then he walked away. Even though we were outside under the open sky, I felt suffocated. My body broke into a cold sweat. My heart raced. I knew what Luke was capable of. He was a proud, ruthless criminal. And being locked in here with him, where prisoners could kill each other and no one would lift a finger?

Photo. Mel. Lying on what looks like an old, stained mattress. Concrete walls. No windows. Her face pale, her eyes closed. Beep. Mel: Mayday! Mayday! The sacrificial lambs. Luke Grimm. Kiara Smith. Photo. Luke and Kiara. Same mattress. Same room. Conscious. Eyes huge. They’re still alive … that’s something. Beep. I swear I’m going to smash this phone into dust. Mel: Mayday! Mayday! The accused. Enrique Blackburn.

Luke grinned, clearly happy with himself as he tried to throw a wedge between Alec and I. "Place looks like a shit hole! Gonna have to give my girl a tetanus jab when I get her back!" I groaned as Alec, Maxwell and I watched Luke push up off a beaten-up coach and walk through what looked like a safe house. It was dark, dirty and barren of anything besides pizza boxes and beer cans. As the bastard climbed the stairs, my heart hammered in my chest, hearing the sound of running water and voices... Aurora's voice. "Please, help me kill him, then I promise..." She whimpered seductively just as the camera rounded the corner to show my girl pressed up against the shower wall, naked apart from a cha

Jarek The door clicked shut behind me, but I didn’t move. Just stood there in the hallway like a man walking away from a war zone—unsure if the ringing in his ears meant he won or if he was bleeding out somewhere he couldn’t see. She told me everything. And I couldn’t stop hearing it. Luke fucking Jones. The junkie coward who latched onto her after her brother died. Who used his patch and his last name like weapons—claiming Sable in public, beating her in private. Making her run his drugs, making her lie for him, making her smaller.

When a high-stakes witness threatens to bring down their empire, Luca is assigned to babysit the witness in a remote safehouse until the trial. Alex Rivera is 26 years old, a sharp-tongued, athletic bartender who accidentally witnessed a brutal mob hit. Stubborn, sarcastic, and fiercely independent, Alex hates everything about being locked up with a dangerous criminal. He’s straight-curious but deeply in denial, and he despises Luca for representing the world that ruined his life.

Luca’s POV The flames from the burning terminal licked the night sky behind us, casting flickering orange across the Bonny River as Eze’s boat cut through the delta’s murky channels. Salt air stung my eyes, mixing with tears I hadn’t shed yet. Mikhail’s body throat slit by Rocco’s blade sank into the abyss we’d left behind. The swarm 2.0 was gone, nodes fried, legacy purged in fire. But as the adrenaline ebbed, a hollow ache settled in my chest. Who was I now? Luca Marino, the accountant who’d laundered for monsters without knowing? Or Luca Volkov, the heir who’d danced with plagues and bloodlines? The curse had defined me trapped me in auctions, viruses, betrayals. Without it, I felt unmoor

The trial concluded, and headlines across every major media outlet started trending with unprecedented speed. One of the headlines read, "Murder in the OR: The Fall of a Prodigy and the Abyss of Humanity." Katie was sentenced to life imprisonment for attempted murder and aggravated assault. Luke and Jason, as the mastermind and the accomplice, were sentenced to life in prison and 15 years, respectively. Their fates were sealed that day. My right hand was ultimately diagnosed with a comminuted fracture of the third, fourth, and fifth metacarpals, along with multiple nerve and tendon tears.

"Cuevas has been arrested by the police, but he is pretending to be out of his mind, and now he is in the ICU.” Luke couldn’t think of anything that would cause his doctor to want him dead. He couldn’t think of anything wrong with the man attempting his life. And his wife? If it has anything to do with her, why would she do that? He closed his eyes dejectedly and couldn’t accept that Jade’s criticism of his wife was correct. Even now, he is hurt, especially if Debora is an accomplice of her wife. “You should rest first. Make up your mind that you are safe from certain death.” The doctor patted the patient on the shoulder and instructed the nurse to give him a sleeping pill.