Fanfiction Csi Miami Novels & Stories

I pull up the last one, pressing play even though I know it will destroy me all over again. "Cassian..." Her voice slurs slightly, and I can picture her curled up somewhere, with a bottle in hand. "I don't even know why I'm calling anymore. You clearly don't give a shit." A hiccup, then a laugh. "You know what's funny? I was starting to believe the fairy tale. Stupid, right? The big bad gangster and the innocent girl he kidnapped. What a fucking joke." I hear ice clinking in a glass, the sound of her taking a drink.

“Lies? What lies? You’re making it seem like I plan all of this. I told you the truth! Yuri and Austin are having an affair.” “What are you saying, Ciara?” Yuri chimed in, causing me to turn and glare at her. She stood at the edge of the stairs, her eyes shocked as she stepped down to stand beside my father, right in front of me. I met her gaze, all my anger and hurt swirling together, and I knew she was going to deny everything. “How can you accuse me of something outrageous like that? What did I do to you to deserve that kind of slander?” Her words came out ragged, trembling, and for a split second, I saw the way she shrank back, twisting herself into the perfect victim.

Between Mafia Lines ||: Jasmine's Revenge †††††TRIGGER WARNING††††† Trigger Warning: This book contains mature themes, graphic content, and situations that may be distressing for some readers. Specifically: - Minor violence, including child abuse ( minor, but present) -Sex scenes - Crime and illegal activities - Sensitive family dynamics, including favoritism Reader discretion is advised. If you're sensitive to any of these themes, please proceed with caution. †††††AUTHOR’S NOTE†††††

she muttered, taking a seat in front of him. “So…” Liam started. “Thank you for the phone,” she cut in. He shook his head, waving it off. “It’s nothing.” “So, what’s your plan for today? Want to grab something to eat?” he asked. Cassia shook her head. “That’s just going to cause another scandal I’m not ready to deal with.” “Oh! You mean something like… ‘The well-known fiancée of Martinez Sinclair spotted on a date with another man’?” Liam teased.

Tania's POV I was barely touching the tiramisu in front of me, the bitter sweetness failing to reach my nerves, when the television flickered. West’s attention was buried in his laptop, fingers moving across the keyboard, his jaw set in an unreadable way and it made him look like he was calculating the end of the world. And then the screen cut to Damian. He was smiling, impossibly self-assured, with Kella by his side. Her hand rested lightly on his arm, the kind of intimacy we never had, that made my chest tighten with a cocktail of anger, disbelief, and fear. The chyron below screamed in bold letters:

“Rhys, let her go! You’re gonna kill her!” He ignored her, his grip tightening, his eyes wild. “Tell me, Ciara! Who’s behind this? I know it’s not just you!” I choked, panic flooding me, my vision blurring. “Okay, okay!” I gasped, tears streaming down my face. “It’s Don Salvatore! I’m working with him! He planned the fire, everything! Please, let me go!” Rhys’s hand froze, his face darkening. “Don Salvatore?” he said, his voice low. “You teamed up with that scum? You’re disgusting, Ciara. You’re not just ruining me, you’re killing people!”

" I bit my lip and didn't say a single word. Uncle Marco pulled out a folder from the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to me. I flipped open the folder and realized that it was a copy of an interrogation record. Bianca had personally confessed that she had been in cahoots with the Genovese family for a long time. They ordered her to get close to Dante, and her goal was to cause a rift in my relationship with him. She intentionally caused misunderstandings between Dante and me, fanning the flames of his disdain for me. At the same time, she also secretly fed information to the Genovese family.

[Ciaran’s POV] Later, I lounge on the couch, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other, as the scent of my little mate continues to linger around me, taunting me and making me want to rip the fucking city apart to find her and claim her as my own. Fuck. Who knew that a mate bond could be so suffocating and so fucking frustrating? If I had known, I would have turned and left the minute her delicious scent started enticing me. If I had just left, I wouldn’t have gotten to lose myself in it, to feel her warmth against me, or to even learn the cute expressions that she was capable of making. “Dammit,” I growl, bringing the whiskey to my lips and chugging the rest of the burnin

She literally saw him everywhere. My cell phone rings, cutting off my concentration. It’s Cassian. I pick it up, a smile appearing on my face as soon as I hear his voice. “Working?” he asks immediately. I love how we don’t have to get past small talk—it’s so easy to just fall into conversation with him. “Actually, I was deep into Melia Castellanos’ mind,” I say with a sigh. “That bad?” he asks, sensing that what I was reading wasn’t exactly good.

“We can’t let that be for nothing.” I nodded, though the motion felt mechanical. “Giovanni’s gone. His rot dies with him. But don’t fool yourselves—this isn’t the end. The FBI’s been circling like vultures. Without Granny, they’ll think we’re weak. They’ll come for us harder than Giovanni ever did.” The truth landed heavy in the room. Men shifted uncomfortably, their grief tangled with fear. Mia wiped her face as she was standing, her voice steadier than I expected. “Then we don’t fall apart. Not now. Not after what she gave up. If they want to break us, they’ll find out the hard way that blood doesn’t scatter—it binds.”