Good Crime Novels & Stories

he nods thrice “And then the cops will be informed about it,” “Yeah,” “You are really good at this,” he shows a thumb up, he winks clicking his tongue “But.,” he lets out a dry sigh with his hand placed on his chest…. Instant change of expression…. “I never thought you’re evil… I can’t imagine Kim’s body still on land,” he says. “Only evil can destroy evil,” she arches a brow perfectly “Are you hesitant to be a devil’s boyfriend,” she asks, one part of her anxious for his answer while the other afraid to know his answer.

"I don't think he looks like a criminal, sir," said Grace, as if defending Vincent Cox. Michael then turned to her and frowned. “He killed his boss with a shot in the head, Miss Baker. Just so you know, many criminals don't look like criminals." That's why they're good at tricking their victims," Mike said irritably. Grace pursed her lips. Her face turns cute when she looks sulky and annoyed. Mike glanced at her for a moment, then looked away again in another direction. This kind of little girl is not his type.

Only a piece of the pool area could be seen. "Lo digo en serio (I'm mean it). Lo que Gael y su dulce esposa le hicieron a esos hombres, a Leonel, a Raymond, a todo el mundo; lo que nos hicieron... (What Gael and his sweet wife have done to these men, to Leonel, to Raymond, to everyone; what they have done to us...) Fue malo, incómodo y feo escuchar a un hombre como Raymond describirse a sí mismo como alguien tan débil (It has been bad, uncomfortable and ugly to hear a young man like Raymond describe himself as someone so weak), que se ha dejado influenciar por una mujer como esa (that he let himself be influenced by a woman like that), cuando sabemos que él no es débil, es la maldad actuando

I slyly smile when I could hear another loud thud and painful groan. "Motherfucker... I'll kill you" screams another one. His scream gives me the urge to kill them. I step away from my hideout and keep shooting around until I ran out of bullets. Silence fills the living room except for a small whimper. I move closer and counted, there are four of them and I'm glad one survived my bullet. I shoot his other leg, making him scream in pure pain. "You fuck with the wrong Don" I said and knock him out. I then pull out my phone, dialing my crime team.

"Continue inspecting the shipment, I’ll be back." With that, he turned and walked away, his bloodstained hand hidden from view, as he wanted to avoid arousing suspicion. Within few minutes, he came back to join the inspection. He pulled out a gun from one of the wooden boxes and lifted it up, examining it with interest. “do you think this is authentic?” he asked Viktor. “I believe Damien wouldn’t cheat us.” Viktor replied. “We have been dealing with him for years.” “I don’t trust Americans. Russo is an American.” Antonio said, still examining the gun.

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

“You do know the crime is really low here, don’t you? Or have you been away so long you forgot? I’m not saving lives in Eastwood.” I shoot him a look, trying desperately hard to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach. “Fine, you’re no Avenger, but you keep this town safe. We’d have higher crime if we didn’t have good police on our force.” Wes rolls his eyes. “Can’t you just accept a compliment?”

I try to reason. Of course I saw everything. Him holding a hammer and slamming into this already dead guy. The guy is covered with blood. His own blood and his head... shit, I don't wanna talk about that side. My heart beat is rapid and i can't feel my feet. A guy comes out of the corner lighting a cigarette and he's holding a hammer. Great it's Coen, the blonde haired guy i stole his wrist watch. I'm in deep shit and i know I'm not getting out of it anytime soon. " What the fuck? Isn't she the cunt that stole my fucking wrist watch."

His untouchable criminal record was clearly a result of a bribery to some judge because he definitely was not the saint he was presented to be. His club smelled cocaine and his bars screamed illegal alcohol trade. There was not even one cop around the perimeter of the club which meant that he had one of his own in the force. That's where I needed to start. I have to learn more about him. I can't afford him dragging my name and dignity through the mad over some sexual tension. Then a notification reached my ear. He had booked an appointment for Friday. Missed me already Mr. Valentine.

The girl chuckled before calling the other girl, who was still in the cubicle. "I think your drink was spiked. I'm glad I saw you, Alyssa! What if I didn't? Your mommy will kill me," she said. The woman also came out of the cubicle and sat on the side, "I feel like I'm paralyzed. Damn that drink!" "You two could've been in someone's hands. Someone's bad." The woman with red hair commented as she handed me the lipstick she borrowed. "You shouldn't accept drinks from strangers," I added. The four of us have fixed ourselves. It looks like the two are feeling better since, according to them, they don't feel numb anymore.