Mha Gentle Criminal 소설 & 이야기

" Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison. David was convicted of harboring a criminal and obstructing justice. He was sentenced to a year in prison with a two-year suspension. The school doctor was charged with practicing medicine without a license, fined seven grand, and stripped of his qualifications. As Esther was being led away, she suddenly turned back to look at me. "Eve." I met her gaze but said nothing. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, no words came out. The bailiffs escorted her away.

I could use a distraction. I nod, mustering up a genuine smile. “That sounds perfect.” We make our way to the media room, settling onto the leather couches. Mauricio brings us a tray of coffee and breakfast pastries, the smell of fresh brewed beans and warm, flaky dough filling the air. “Okay, what are we watching?” Eboni asks, grabbing the remote and pulling up N*****x. “And please, for the love of God, no true crime documentaries. I can’t handle anything heavy right now.”

Chapter 2 Angelo; In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me. Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun. "Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

"But I don't think... you did it. Don't ask me why. I just.. I feel it." Through their one-sided conversations, Nora found herself opening up little by little. But at the same time she made sure not to reveal too much about her actual identity. She shared stories of her homeschool lessons and to her surprise Luca could relate. His own upbringing was similar to hers as a member of a mafia family. But without the abuse which Nora skillfully hid. They talked about the books they'd read and their favorite characters. Then he spoke of Cain, the lovely brother she had never met. Nora felt a pang of sadness inside her. She quickly masked her expressions as she realised that Luca was keenly observin

"You're right, I'll have a cup of coffee and go over there later to see if he needs anything..." I did exactly what I said I was going to do, but it took me an hour or so. Taking ant bites out of my bread so that the coffee would never end, and I wouldn't have to participate in yet another drama of a stolen drug shipment or the death of someone who broke some rule. Mirella came in excited, full of bags, and with a smile on her face that I hadn't seen in a while. "Where did you go?" I asked good-naturedly

I had missed all the good experiences. A lifetime dedicated to Karila Aistarabaw I. Frustration ripped even more when he remembered the impeccable projection that the director of the CIA had given him, Mahara or Lauren wouldn't get hurt, they knew they wouldn't. It was so simple to get Karila into a helicopter, leave both women at the mansion so nothing happens and let the simple aftermath of the photograph delivered move the actions. Mahara died from a beam of complete inattention. I couldn't accept that fact as I crossed my arms nervously and looked at the closed door. Her body froze, completely focused in pure concentration as she heard nothing in the environment, the complete silence ref

“We can pause if it’s too much—” “No.” Jessica’s voice cracked, but her resolve was firm. “Let’s watch the last video.” With trembling hands, she clicked on the final file in the folder. The screen flickered, and a new video began to play. It was Maude. “Hi. My name is Maude,” she said, her voice solemn, “I made this recording to testify about what I witnessed—the night my master, Mr. Leon Harrison, murdered his wife, Janet Belles.”

It was like a horror movie and Julian Maverick was the psycho killer. Julian Maverick…he wasn’t just a thug or a businessman, he was the devil; heartless, a man who knew no mercy. She had begged him to spare her. She told him she wouldn’t talk, that she’d delete the photos, but still he just couldn’t let her go. Larisa wiped her eyes when tears rolled down her cheeks, her shaky fingers lifting the thin material sheets off her as she sat up. She was wearing the same red dress she came here in.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.