North Mammon Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Noa’s hands shook as he shoved extra magazines into his jacket, his mind moving too fast, too sharp, like his body couldn’t keep up with the wildfire now roaring through his veins. His mother had switched sides, or maybe she’d never left Dominik’s side to begin with. It didn’t matter now. What mattered was the message, the location burned into his screen like a brand. The old Moretti estate. Home. The place where the first lies were buried. The place where monsters were made.

Benjamin interrupted her ruthlessly this time. Monica's eyes were dull, like a rag doll, broken and unbearable, without a soul. Her eyes were desolate, and her whole body was icy cold. So, she wasn't even worthy of liking him. She knew she wasn't worthy because she knew she couldn't get him. The last ray of light in her heart dissipated, and she was like death, unable to sense everything outside. Monica was taken away, and the news that Monica was Red Fox, the number one criminal endangering network security, was arrested.

"I promise I'll solve this as soon as possible, Mom. But he's just a child, he's not to blame for anything his mother did or does. Do you understand me?" "I know, Willy. The problem is that you only get together with people who are no good, and you end up getting into trouble, who will raise this boy when his mother dies? Because you know that's what's going to happen, you know the Monroeli family well. You yourself were witness to the things your father was capable of, Mauricio doesn't deny the blood he carries and even if your friend runs away, one day he will find her and then it's over, it will be his end. Just as it has been with many people."

“Moreover you don’t strike me as the heroic type anymore—unlike her.” Antonio cracked his knuckles and signalled Grinch, with coordinated steps they marched towards the elevator. "You might have succeeded in erasing HQ and the Sketch, Blade Knuckles" Breanna confronted in outrage. The two men paused mid-step but didn't turn. "Surprise ?", the word dripped out sinisterly from her lips. "Nothing hides from Breanna Stewart's microscopic eyes". Without lingering around, they continued their journey. "Sombra Azul!, Vincenzo!, Liza Minnelli!, Maya—Does it ring a bell? The case of New Mexico's serial killer is solved". Breanna echoed, falling into step behind them.

The door closes and I begin trembling. I'm not sure if it's caused by Moon, the overload of adrenaline, or the hit to my head. I remind myself who he is-all the horrible things I know about him. He's the embodiment of every criminal who has crossed my path. He has multiple deaths credited to his organization. There's never been enough evidence to pin them on Moon, but law enforcement knows he's responsible. And even with all these thoughts, my damn body doesn't care.

“In my world, there is no such thing as legal or illegal. There is only permission… and consequences.” One of the men shifted nervously. Zandrei’s eyes darkened and his lips curved into a faint smile. “If a man steals with a gun, he is called a criminal. If a man steals with documents, signatures, and government seals…” He tilted his head, letting the silence stretch. “He is called authority.” Zandrei folded his hands and chuckled. “But we are neither criminals… nor officials.” His eyes glinted. “We are the consequence." He tapped his fingers against the table marking each word.

He thought he heard her wrong. “What name did you say, Amarah?!” Gavin asked intently, stepping into her line of sight. Amarah looked at her father, her lips trembling at his harsh tone. “Monroe.” She stated lightly. She looked up at Clayton. “Remember that elderly man I told you about who is cranky? The one you saw me talking to a few days ago. Monroe Williams. He’s also like you. He transformed into one as well and fought the three wolves.” “What does he look like, Mari?!” Her father demanded intently.

“You’re clearly not okay. Are you sick? Or mourning another lost fortune from gambling?” Camila gave a small smile, the kind that disappeared as quickly as it came. “Growing up, my childhood was a mess. I was abused as a child, and my mother wasn’t there to shield me from my stepfather. I learned how to survive in the streets.” Her lips trembled as she chuckled bitterly. “Funny how I’ve become the kind of woman I always hated in my mother, irresponsible, a gambler who never wins. I’ve ruined everything. My own son doesn’t even want to speak to me.” A single tear slid down her cheek, but she quickly brushed it away. “I can’t keep living like this, Captain.”

"Eve, can you stop being so stubborn? I've apologized, and I'm willing to pay. What more do you want? Will you not let it rest until I'm in prison?" David nodded. "Exactly. The dead can't come back to life. You need to move on. 20 grand is a lot. A life isn't even worth that much in rural areas."

I said, remaining calm despite my wolf begging to take over. “All of it! I was being blackmailed by Vladimir, he said I had to give him information! He threatened my mom so I told him about the small load, I didn’t give away anything big,” the man wailed. I got in his face, leaning over him since he was strapped to a table. “You have a problem, YOU COME TO ME! You come TO ME,” I yelled, spitting in his face. “You were back in the states, I didn’t trust anyone else,” he whined.