Law And Order: Organized Crime Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

To most women, he was probably a catch. But men like him were cunning—especially lawyers. “I run the largest OCG in the U.K.” He said. “OCG?” “Organized Crime Group means the mafia. That is why I know so much about Maxim. He and I are allies in every sense of the word. I knew him before he became a Pakhan.” I didn’t think there was another man that Maxim trusted more than his brother and cousin but it turned out there was. To say I was shocked was a complete understatement.

"Who says you have to love someone to marry them? You just need to have a child with her that's all." Adrain glared at him in disgust. "How can you be so cruel father?! How can you ask me to use her like that?" "You're being too emotional Adrain, a mafia boss can't afford to work with his emotions. You'd have to kill both good and bad people, you'd have to do cruel things, you'd have to work without thinking twice because it's either you or them! I have taught you this so how have you forgotten it all so easily?" Bryce yelled and slammed his fists oj the table.

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

"That's the biggest lie I've heard all year." I didn't argue. I couldn't. Because I still remember how she tasted. How her voice cracked when I requested she yell my name. How her body succumbed to me when her mind tried to resist. Unlike the others. And I knew it when she stepped into Suzanne's Bar-tight black pants, hair messy in a bun, drinking whiskey as if she were choking pain I'd never see. I don't question her; she doesn't answer. But her eyes. her eyes begged me to take control. And I did. And she ran. She left before dawn, not even looking back, and I allowed her to run because, at that moment, she was a woman in a bar with secrets in her back. But three weeks ago, when I first re

“We have such a hard time tackling men in organized crime circles. It makes my blood boil, the way these thugs treat women, forcing them into prostitution, forcing them into sex. It’s terrible how it happens to so many women. You’re lucky that I was able to get to you before you became a victim of it too. Has this man raped you or abused you? We will need to collect DNA samples, so that we can pinpoint who this man is, and deal with him accordingly.” “No, he hasn’t raped me, thank God…” I whispered, feeling hollow. “Just locked me away in his bedroom, threatened me, smacked me. Please, I’ll do whatever I can to help you find this man. He says he is the kingpin of the Camorra. His family are

Thieves, murderers… Althea can feel her skin crawl, especially on the place where he touched her. “Yes,” it was Victoria who answered after taking a small sip on her coffee. The cup clinked against the small plate. She then turned to look at Althea with all seriousness in her eyes. “Not just a mafia organization- he’s a member of the organization that almost rules the underground society.” Althea was speechless, she did not utter a single word for a long time. Both Victoria and Tyler let her be. They gave her the silence she wants to let her process the bomb they gave her.

“I don’t understand. What are you saying? That I don’t have a father?” “I’m saying,” said O’Rourke, “that unless you can prove you do, I am required by city law to arrest you and close your businesses within the next 90 days.” “This is Luca’s fault,” I said. “He’s manipulating you. And me. To get revenge, to get control—I don’t know.” “I don’t know about any of that,” said O’Rourke. “All I can tell you is that the law is the law. And the evidence in this case, is damning.”

"Roman defrauded me of a certain amount of money. I wanted to lock him up in jail for his crime but he had an organization behind him," Damien's curiosity peeked at the mention of the word 'Organization'. Damien leaned forward on the table and asked, "What organization?" The old man explained everything to him and it was at that moment he realized that he had almost joined the same organization with Roman. "There are horrible people in that organization, I can't go against them alone and the law is under their feet. I am also unwilling to join any stupid organization for that bastard... I might be old, but my life is quite important to me," The old man responded.

"If you devoted more time to your family responsibilities and less to that nonsense, we might not be in this mess!" Suppressing the tempest of anger swirling within me, I turned to face Ricardo Racini, a man deeply entrenched in the shadows of organized crime. The air thickened with tension, an unspoken understanding passing between us as we navigated the treacherous waters of our conversation—shrouded in coded language. "What mess are we talking about this time?" I inquired calmly, well aware of the prying eyes of his capos and the ever-looming threat of the FBI. The walls held secrets, and caution was the currency of survival in our world.

Even if one is committing evil deeds, one must still work hard. The Order was involved in a wide range of legitimate and unlawful activities. From prostitution to human trafficking (in a good way, because they only help people cross borders in search of greener pastures), selling narcotics and information, ammunition, and casinos. There were also lawful transactions, but people were always looking for the negative. All of this she did at an early age in order to gather greater power and strength in order to find the individuals or people who killed her godmother, Mitchel.