Im In Love With A Criminal Novels & Stories

They asked, "Where's Nick? Is he too grief-stricken to face this?" Before I could respond, a commotion erupted outside. Morgan stormed in with her crew, wielding livestream equipment and banners. "What are you doing here, you shameless mistress? Get out!" I shouted, stepping forward. Morgan set up her camera, aiming it at Benedetta's portrait. She sneered, "We're here to celebrate this meddling hater's death. Fam, check out the consequences of crossing me." Nick walked in. "Jennifer, watch your mouth! Morgan's not a mistress. She is my true love, carrying my child."

Unfortunately, Celine had spent the last ten years learning how to survive. She remained perfectly still. Eventually Adrian sighed. "Am quite disappointed." The statement caught her off guard. "What?" His gaze lifted. "I expected something more creative." Confusion flickered across her face. Adrian leaned against the desk. "The forged credentials were impressive." Her stomach dropped. "The lockpick was ambitious." Another blow. "But getting caught by a security camera?" A faint shake of his head. "That's unprofessional." Her face turned white instantly. Forged credentials. He knew.

They are all that matters to each other. Nico pulls her in for a hug. He wishes he can hug her forever. She makes him feel safe even though she can't pick up a gun. He's safe in her arms. It's in this moment he realizes that he's has fallen head over heels for Gianna Rae. He loves her and he's will do anything for her. ~~~~~ THIS IS THE END OF TO LOVE A CRIMINAL BOOK 1 OVER 80,000. This has to be my longest book ever and we are just getting started. Let's go!

Having to endure a murderer and criminal ordering him around and acting cocky was an insult like no other. It had started with gambling. Like anyone else, the man wasn't perfect. He had a gambling problem. One day, his gambling debts swelled to an unmanageable amount, and he faced losing everything. It was then that Mateo Martino, the consigliere of the Luciano family, approached him.

It has been several weeks since the lawyer and the heiress started their secret relationship. Their refuge was a small house outside the city where they built their dreams together; the place where only themselves exists. Both knew that it would be hard for Cassandra's family to accept the lawyer because of his poor background. One night, while they were talking about their respective work at their offices, Imman mentioned about his father, who was a convicted criminal.

"Fucking bullshit!" "To you, it is," I said, my voice dripping with disdain, as I gently shoved him out of my way and made to open the door. But he grabbed my hand, twisting me around until I was face-to-face with him again, our lips absurdly close. "He's a criminal, Jay! A fucking despicable criminal! You can't love him or be with him because he's a criminal!" He screamed, hot breath fanning against my face, but it was anything but pleasant; it was a repellent reminder of the monster he truly was.

"Because I'm trying to protect you, love! I'm trying to keep you safe, to keep you out of this world of danger and violence. I don't want you getting hurt again!" "so you are a criminal?" Luna asked again, her face didn't show any emotions. Arthur let out a growl of frustration, his fingers clenching into fists at his sides. It was clear that she wasn't going to let this go. He met her gaze head on, the truth finally spilling from his lips. "Yes, love. I am a criminal. I am a mafioso, a mob boss. I run an empire of crime and violence. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"How would the demon fail?" "Because I fell in my own stupid trap and started to love you, you blind shit!" she growled, unable to contain the devastation of it all. "I'm still the same person." "You've been deceiving me," he matched her tone. "What did you expect me to say, huh?" she questioned. "To simply confess that you're living with the most wanted criminal in town? What would come out of that?" It was like they were arguing, similar to how they normally did. It usually ended in kisses or a few minutes of petty silence. This time, it was different.

Was he so serious about this? I wanted to slap myself at my crazy thoughts. I wasn’t sure how I am feeling. I didn’t know what to do. But he has hurt me. Yet he’s the one who wants to give this thing we have a chance. I know even if I agree to it, we will never be a normal couple, because of what he does. He was a criminal. And I stand against them. I hate them and here I was, in the arms of the biggest criminal in the world, as he pleaded with me for a chance. Just a mere chance on this fragile yet beautiful relationship shared between a husband and wife.

"Why won't you let me go?!?" "Because... I... I can’t..." He paused, running a hand through his hair. "I can’t let you go, damn it! Because I fucking love you!" His words exploded with frustration. I flinched, eyes widening in shock at his confession. This cold-blooded criminal, who had no love or emotion for anyone, was professing his love for me? He moved closer, cupping my chin as he brushed back a strand of my hair. "I want to kiss you. Tell me to stop. Tell me to stay away. But I can't..."