Law And Order: Organized Crime Fanfiction Novels & Stories

There's no doubt that if these men lived they will do anything to keep their part in this crime secret which included murder; it was also a known fact within the organization that most of them had ties to if not in fact were members of organized crime. These factions are some of the most vicious in the world and would not think twice about snuffing out the lives of young innocents, they're the reason men like me exists, we're the complete opposite of them and their destructive forces in the world. It was hours before we got the girls settled; I was pissed all over again to find that the youngest was barely ten fucking years old I mean what the fuck?

Vixy says. "That doesn't work on mom," Allison shakes her head. "But it works on judges, I got off the hook more than once using that technique," Vixy assures us. "I think I'm going with Vixy's plan, I'll just say how sorry I am," I agree with them. "You got a public defender?" Allison asks and I shake my head. "Brother got someone for me," I say, not giving details, that I got Vincent a mafia lawyer working on my case.

Instead of turning around and stomping out of the interrogation room like I expect him to, his hands slam down onto the table in front of me, and he leans across, his big body making it all too easy for him to get in my face. "Listen, you little mafia bitch." He glares at me, his words hitting me right in the center of my chest. "You're not getting out of this. We've been looking for an in with organized crime in this city for a long time. Your daddy might not have been the big shot he once was, but he was still a scumbag, and I don't care if you killed him or not. You're just as bad as he was, and…"

The world around her blurred, only the murmurs of the men as they dragged the body away. She closed her eyes and sighed. While in college, she used to have this weird fantasy of dating some cold, ruthless, obsessive mafia don that would make her shiver with just a glance. Sofia used to laugh at her fantasies. "You should stop reading these novels, there's no such man in the world," she'd say to her in the end.

“ARRGGGHHH!!” screamed a helpless old man as his right palm was stabbed with a knife. He could no longer bear being tortured like this; he wanted to die right then and there. But the person torturing him would certainly not let his torment end so quickly. Lewis, or Law as he was called, was the deputy leader of the Black Wolf mafia, notorious for being sadistic, cold-hearted, and perverted. “Don't die yet, Mr. Harry. I still have a lot of inspiration to paint many marks on your body,” Law said with a grin. He played with his small knife skillfully, as if ready to carve cuts on the body of the traitor in front of him.

Anna's POV I was still reeling from what Bonnie had told me at the hospital. To be honest, I couldn’t figure out how I’d made it this far without Damon forcing himself on me. On any normal day, he’s exactly the kind of man women dream about—tall, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome—but nothing about this situation was normal. I sipped my coffee, letting the thought simmer. Somehow, I was getting used to this Mafia world, and I hated it. Bonnie’s words kept echoing in my head—"Make a power move."

Blake replied, showing no emotion and a calm tone. “Oh, shit. Blake is pissed.” Tabby exclaimed. Michael looked at Tabby and then at Blake, confused. He didn’t know Blake’s traits and didn’t think Blake was angry at all. “Regardless, you shouldn’t have done such a thing. Now, the law enforcers will come.” Michael said. “Blake is part of the Organization. They have no jurisdiction over him.” Jill stated to correct Michael. “In this country, no one is above the law.” Michael wanted to argue.

Dozens of them. According to the elegant cursive and the familiar dark ink signatures at the bottom, they were supposedly written by me. Alpha Torin folded his hands, looking down his nose at me. “These letters detail transactions between yourself and a criminal organization known as the Traders for specific arrangements involving kidnapped Omegas from neighboring territories.” A murmur spread through the courtroom. Kaelen smirked, leaning back happily. Logan slammed a massive fist onto the table. “I knew it,” Logan growled, his scarred face twisting. “The bastard sold his own kind. We should just hang him.”

He couldn't take his hands off me. "Only fucking criminals brag about following laws, Lucas. Don't mess up with them! They are fucking mafias!" Lucas picked me up and let me sit on his lap. The way he handed me was like handling a cat. "Are you worried about me?" He tilted his head while snuggling me. "No! Stop tickling me!" I struggled in his broad chest, like a goldfish out of water. "They are murderers! They kill people for a living! They..."

My supposedly partner was sittes beside me at the back but I didn't even spare him a glance. "Now, she pairs me with an omega wolf." "I'll preference you call me a Cayote." I pointed out without looking and he chuckled. I put oy headphone before he could say another word, I wasn't really in the mood for chit chat. I'll rather be planning of all good way of getting Odger killed than have a random chat with someone I'm just meeting. "Well, what a nice way to say hi." He said and I rolled my eyes. Yeah, I wasn't listening to any music.