Fanfiction Major Crimes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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I finally asked, because even though it was all scary and out of reach, I wanted to be kept within the loop; I always wanted to know what was happening and why it was happening. "All of the people that Maljore has used so far are ex-military who went rogue. All of those men reported to her father; if we can link the men to her father, then we can annihilate him from her by tying the crimes to him," Drexon explained to me. "But if we tie all of the crimes to him, then Major would be free to continue..." "She would think she is free, and then once she is alone, we can finally get her in the act and end all of this." I look at him, hoping and praying that everything went according to plan, even

She kissed his chest before she fell asleep. Marco kissed her hair. He didn't know why but he finally felt fulfilled. He thought he would get this feeling after killing the bikers but he didn't. Finally when Isabel was in his arms as his wife. He felt his life was complete. Things were quite rough at the start when Ricardo had kidnapped his baby sister. He planned that he would revenge. But this was definitely a Revenge Gone Wrong. His plan was all sorted out until he looked into her beautiful young eyes and he knew his hands were tied. There was no way he could hurt her. He loved her too much. His hand found her belly. He wanted a little girl just like Isabel and his wish came true.

As we say goodbye and draw the curtains of Pains of Amara, lets welcome Nicole and Raphael story in: A MAFIA'S POSSESSION Anticipate my new story "A Mafia's Possession" A dark mafia romance of two star crossed lovers. Take care you all!

“I told Ali I don’t care who you are or what you’re doing. I’m not interested in being a snitch . I just want to go back to my life. Please. I swear I won’t say anything to anyone.” She’d seen enough movies about crime families to know talking got you killed, that these people were omnipresent. It hadn’t escaped her notice that Clint might be her only safety, the one person who could keep her from having to spend the rest of her life running. “I won’t take that risk. And I need you to calm down Genevieve ?” “None of your business.” If he thought they were going to sit here and have some polite conversation as if he weren’t committing a felony ...

She had already lost hope on ever finding love and it hurt that even someone everyone sees as a criminal is capable of showing this level of care to a woman while all the men she had ever been with couldn't even give her the bare minimum. What an irony. Maybe she should stop looking for love among the so-called good men and set her sights on men like Hakan who had blood on their hands but would still treat her like a Queen. Morally grey men. That was just a fantasy of course, men like Hakan were rare. Morally grey but still loyal and passionate. The rest were just pure evil without any redeeming quality.

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Those horrific, disgusting bastards needed to pay for what they’d done. “All of the people affected were young…” Phillip began, with a timid expression on his face, “…and they had their whole lives ahead of them. All of these murders were done in the same city, and drugs are connected to each of these murders.” He broke off his sentence, shaking his fists angrily. “The very city in which the Russian Mafia own their corrupt enterprise, Indigo Limited. The very city where they conduct their operations!” “Boss, I understand,” I mumbled.

It was something that shouldn't have happened. Melody raised her chin slowly, “I have been celibate since I got divorced, but with him, I just lost control,” she stared at Jasper while sobbing. He wiped her tears slowly with his hands, staring at her. “You really don't need to beat yourself up, is that clear?” Jasper said calmly, holding Melody's hands. “It isn't a crime to love, but it's a crime to love a criminal. So either way, one crime is wiping the other,” he smiled gently, pulling Melody towards him as she laid her head on his chest.

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt