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Gianna starts. "Nico is cool." James nods. "Do you know why he went to prison?" Gianna asks. "Well, I think..." Jonah begins but James cuts him off with a little nudge to his arm. "Beth says not to talk about family with people who aren't family." "Well, Beth isn't the one giving you 20 dollars for breakfast." The two boys look at each other before they begin to spill. "Fraud," James says. "Theft," Jonah counters. "Arson," James argues back.

His untouchable criminal record was clearly a result of a bribery to some judge because he definitely was not the saint he was presented to be. His club smelled cocaine and his bars screamed illegal alcohol trade. There was not even one cop around the perimeter of the club which meant that he had one of his own in the force. That's where I needed to start. I have to learn more about him. I can't afford him dragging my name and dignity through the mad over some sexual tension. Then a notification reached my ear. He had booked an appointment for Friday. Missed me already Mr. Valentine.

👥 She's a newbie I think 👥 How could she talk to my Ricardo that way 👥 She's crazy 👥 How dare she do that. "I'm the victim here you junkie!" November yelled. "How dare you!" Ricardo shouted. "How dare you!" November shouted back, moving closer. "Clean my bonnet right now b*tch!" Ricardo ordered. November looked at the car and then at Ricardo. "January to November is for trouble, December is for rest, that's why I'm November" she smirked and walked to the car.

Nova’s POV I know it shouldn’t be my first question but it is “The South packs have a crime lord?” I ask. Angel was taking a sip of her wine at this point and almost spits it back out laughing. “There are crime lords and ladies all over the territories” Alex tells me. “We stamp them out where we can but it’s complicated and even though we now Rossi Stalow is a questionable man in some shady businesses we can’t stop him. So let’s utilise him instead. He has a strict policy against forcing women so I don’t think he would be too hard to convince to join us.”

"Can you do that? Be normal? After everything?" Adrian considered the question seriously. "I don't know. But I want to try. With you." "Even if normal means a tiny apartment and a used car and worrying about grocery bills?" "Especially then." The TV in the corner was playing silently, flashing morning news, stock reports, and the usual chaos of a world that kept spinning while we fought for our lives. But then a banner caught my attention. BREAKING: FBI Raids Russian Crime Network. "Adrian, look."

Red lights glow against the dark of the night as he turns the car on and signals that he’s entering traffic, I do the same, following him towards his apartment. At the intersection he takes a right instead of a left and I continue to follow him, where are you going sir? When he stops in front of a familiar building and parks outside I watch him as he enters and snap a quick picture on my phone in the event I ever need it. That’s the trouble with being a criminal doing business with other criminals, the lines drawn in the sand by the law don’t necessarily apply anymore. I can’t call the cops and neither can he. Everything has to be handled like the old west, quick draw and quicker thinking.

She looked so fragile, I half expected her wrists to snap in two when I held her small hands in mine as I helped her up. She never stopped blushing, that was adorable as fuck. I wasn't expecting her to pay me a compliment and that threw me off. I almost asked her out for a drink but I didn't know how. I was nervous she'd say no. I lied about being a regular, I caught a glimpse of her throwing the trash out when I drove past here earlier today and I just knew I had to be back. I never date. I've never been in a relationship and I never cared about that..till now. Whenever I needed to relieve stress, I always found women who understood that there'd be nothing but sex between us. It had been li

My heart was killing me at the moment, I couldn't breathe. Albert opened his eyes, smiled at me then heaved a sigh before planting a kiss on my forehead. "One. Nine-eleven attacks." My forehead furrowed. What did he mean by one? He kissed the tip of my nose, "Two. Mozilla Firefox," I gasped. I let my brain backtrack from what he was saying. He kissed my cheeks. "Three. Ousting SH. Four, F******k."

As she sat with her iPad in the living room of Zander's safe house, playing candy crush, the TV suddenly boomed with the breaking news. Following the startling theme music, Frank Job's hairy face filled the screen while an excited male presenter rambled in the background. “Breaking News!” “Notorious loan shark, Frank Jobs has just been arrested in his hideout by the police. Despite his public reputation as a philanthropist, Frank Jobs had been implicated countless times in serious criminal cases across the country. He has managed to escape all cases by proving his innocence but this time, the police is convinced that they have solid evidence to prove that Frank Jobs is the leader of a danger

The girl chuckled before calling the other girl, who was still in the cubicle. "I think your drink was spiked. I'm glad I saw you, Alyssa! What if I didn't? Your mommy will kill me," she said. The woman also came out of the cubicle and sat on the side, "I feel like I'm paralyzed. Damn that drink!" "You two could've been in someone's hands. Someone's bad." The woman with red hair commented as she handed me the lipstick she borrowed. "You shouldn't accept drinks from strangers," I added. The four of us have fixed ourselves. It looks like the two are feeling better since, according to them, they don't feel numb anymore.