North Mammon Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Then black. Is Malachi dead? I scrambled for my purse that was on the nightstand. I dump everything on my bed. Lipstick, compact, and Phone. No wallet. I didn’t bring it. My phone is dead. Of course it is. I jam the charger in with shaking hands and wait for the screen to light up. No texts. No missed calls. Nothing from Amelia. Nothing from anyone who should be losing their mind that I disappeared from a crime scene. I was about to set the phone down when it vibrates in my hand. Someone was calling but it was a private Number.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species. I looked into his eyes as I dissolved the mind link but held my hands tightly to the sides of his head as my eyes flared. "Ex potestate maleficarum tui homicidii, per hoc removeo potestates tuas et te excommunicam de ostio maleficarum!"

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

Harlow growls. The sight of the warehouse and the darkness surrounding my sunshine fills my mind. “You’re bluffing,” I utter, trying to maintain my composure. The men and women in that warehouse are ruthless, they’re like hungry wolves, willing to do anything for money, that’s where we tortured the worst possible criminals to get them to speak.

Margaret said, turning into a narrow alley between two buildings. The alley was darker than the main street, shadowed by tall buildings and empty except for a few parked cars. Mona felt the first whisper of unease as she realized how isolated they had become. "Margaret, I don't see a coffee shop," Mona said, stopping in the middle of the alley. Margaret turned around, and Mona saw that the woman's nervous expression had been replaced by something colder, more calculating. "That's because there isn't one," Margaret said. Before Mona could react, two men stepped out from behind parked cars. Large men with cold eyes and hands that moved with practiced efficiency. Mona recognized the type immedi

Just as I take off down the hall I sense Mammon and her men exiting from the door down the hall. I kick my legs into overdrive as I dodge the tables and people within the casino, heading towards where I remembered the exit to be. When I reach the guards at the door, I slash out at them with my front claws and ram the door. It goes crashing forward plunging us into the night. The street is empty in this part of town at night due to higher crime. Using my nose I run towards the desert, hoping to get lost in its vastness. Before I can get far I am barreled into by a massive body, sending my little mate flying down the street. Mammon has caught up to us and she is not happy.

It read…. ‘I am lady Nadia Madinni and I rightly admit that I am writing this testimony of my own free will and not under duress of any kind. This is to testify about my affiliation with a criminal mastermind by the name of Maestro and his infamous crime organization called the BMO. I have known and been part of the said organization for the past eight years and our identity had been hidden discretely as we have been known to operate in secrecy under the subtle shades of the shadows.

"We never managed to blag any information from the deaf guy since you bailed, but-before you lash out, Becca-we found a new lead." "Why don't you just bribe the protagonist in your silly story and get away with everything, as usual?" I asked, setting down my now empty cup of coffee on the desk. "Because, first, we are really in big trouble as LAPD as it is and we are trying to set a good example. Bribing is not. Actually, that's our biggest problem right now." "What did Mark do?" I asked. Marlon did not respond. He just looked uneasy and his facial expressions dimmed, making him seem ashen.