Novel & Cerita Law And Order: Organized Crime Fanfiction

Jace interrupted, his voice rising slightly before he remembered we were in a library and lowered it again. "Were you planning to go, 'Hey, I'm a referral from Allison's high school, and I heard your forgery work got someone expelled. Super impressive, by the way. I want to do that too, do you take cash or card?'" I winced. When he put it like that, it sounded ridiculous. "It never occurred to me that organized crime could be involved," I admitted quietly. "In my head, I was thinking maybe it was just some student who was good at copying handwriting. Like someone who does people's homework for money or something."

Dad listen and listen good, I've sent most of my boys to beat one person or the other. "Yes, I know but their hands are weak already ". "I'm not sending anybody over. Okay?? He ended the call without waiting for a response. Mia Werner, a loan shark, a druggie, is also the most wanted criminal. He has partners globally. He takes over properties forcefully and you can't protest either. Borrowing from Werner is the worst thing that can ever happen to you. The interest will keep rising till you get tired. He works with the code "Omerta" which means don't ever talk to authorities. It was no news when he raised a son like Eric, who seem more deadly than himself. Even his wife hated both father and

We’d be pressured into getting a guilty verdict as quickly as possible. While I knew very little about the organization, I knew enough to know Ronald’s brother, Liam, wouldn’t let the deaths go without retaliation. The entire case could get messy as fuck for both the city and our office. Thankfully, an arrest had been made, although I was shocked it had been that easy. Members of organized crime were extremely careful not to leave evidence of any kind, which was why so few were arrested, even fewer convictions upheld. “A slam dunk,” I mused. “What do you need me to do?”

All is for the entertainment and pleasure of the Dons. Isadora grimaces. It's a truly disgusting practice, her father, Lance, had never let her witness one back at The Red Viper's Mafia. At least he had some conscience left to spare her such a sight. But now… it seems she would be the ultimate trophy in this gathering… in a sea of her father's enemies. What does Vincent hope to gain by doing this? The documents crumple under Isadora's tight clench. Leafing through its pages, she knew that these were some of the most influential people in this world of organized crime. All best at the factor they focus on, the most psychotic of the psychos… she is to deal with this in a few days?!

A pretty face like yours would be a huge success in the underground,'' Alexander was cupping Amir’s small face now, Amir hesitantly pulling away, startled to feel the Alpha's large hands touch his skin. ''Your skin is as soft as a baby's and your hands are too tiny to carry a gun. Can a pretty Omega like you be in charge of a crime organization, darling?''. Amir was pouting again, his brows furrowing from annoyance. Those were words that he had heard many times, just in different situations. He wanted to slap the mafia lord at that moment, ''S-so what if I'm pretty? I can be pretty and lead a crime organization too!''. ''What about my gang? If I move to Japan or Britain or wherever is it tha

The thought of having someone there with me through all the pain and struggle— Fuck, I wish I never signed that contract. Molly whisks Rita away, leaving me alone with Orin. I lean back against the railing while I finish my drink, sloshing ice around the glass. He eyes me for a moment before producing two cigars. We light up and puff away. "If you decide to join our family, there will be some rules," he says softly, staring off toward the ocean, his face almost beatific as if he weren't talking about his criminal organization. "We'd expect certain things. Discretion. Loyalty. Above and beyond what you provide to other clients."

Why did I make that deal? I’m not particularly bothered that Sean isn’t sleeping with me – it’s just that, I don’t know why he’s not and I like to keep my men predictable. If he married me, and doesn’t want to have sex with me…then what does he want? It’s a little terrifying to think about if I’m being honest. The leaders of Organized Crime – be it Italian or Irish, Russian or Black, are fucking psychos. You just never know what they might be thinking.

"Mr. Hopkins, don't get me wrong... we are basically trained as law abiding citizens in our organization, we always followed the law to avoid any misconduct. So... how about we put them behind bars instead of killing them mercilessly?" She asked while starring at the middle age man's handsome face with full of intensity. "Hmmm... if we're still living in peaceful era right now Officer Smith, do you think I would end up giving my judgement this way?" He squinted his sharp gray eyes that were starring at Izzabelle for a moment as the emotions he felt was deeply hidden in those orbs. That's right he had no choice left. Before, he tried so hard to implement the law, but the damn mafia used viole

I took a step closer and tightened my grip on her. "Look, Mom, I am going to tell you the same thing I told Yel when she urged me to run. There's no turning back now. We are knee-deep inside the organized crime world and there's no exit door. This is the mafia, and once you go in, there's no going out. I know it's unfair to you, to Yel. To Dan. Even to Kory who bright his own death upon himself. But it was..."

I was tired emotionally and mentally. “You should hurry up, let me remind you, Rex is an officer, even if he wants to get you, he will get you legally, and don't forget you committed so many crimes in his front, who knows he might even have evidence and many officers have been looking for how to bring you in,” Anna gave me a reality check. Rex has witnessed so many of my crimes; what the fuck was I doing, allowing an officer by my side? “I will catch him in his own web,” Anna hissed. Why does she hate Rex so much? What did he do to her? Deep down, I knew it wasn't about protecting me; it was something more, and I didn't have interest in finding out.