Partner In Crime Novels & Stories

I stared at her, hoping I’d heard right. “Your partner in crime—the one who dared you to eat the paper and took pictures—he’s confessed. You’re lucky he had proof. I knew they didn’t want to believe him.” Partner in crime... pictures... My mind went blank, one name blaring in my head. “Tristan.” He really... did help me. But why? And in that moment, it was hard deciding if my life had just gotten better—or worse.

“I’m the Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia. You know I don’t take kindly to threats.” “This partnership would have made us so wealthy… Fuck!” Harold screamed. “It would have been the perfect front to launder your dirty funds. Spare me at least, just kill the bastard Piero!” “You came here together tonight, Harold…” I whispered, cocking my head to the side. “You’re his friend. As far as I’m concerned… You’re an accomplice.” “NO!” Harold roared. “Fuck, Adrian! Don’t do this!” I let out a low chuckle, grabbing the gun out of my pocket, holstering it, and getting it ready.

He'd built something in their world, a hidden layer. Damien thought it was in his head at first. Then one night, truth hit. Lorenzo cut a deal with Eastern Trade. Billions in dirty cash. Weapons. Drugs. Even people. All signed "A." Lorenzo's new mark. That night, Damien stopped being a partner. He turned enemy. He didn't plan to kill Lorenzo right away. Just wanted to watch him fall. But then Nora showed up. She was smart, tough and full of fire. Perfect for the job Damien couldn't do.

“Sir, should I call the make-up artist to start helping you remo—” “Oh my fuck, Emilia, have some self-respect, boo,” Henry cut in, launching one of the pencils on my table toward the screen. It hit harmlessly, just as she finally let Raffael drape the jacket over her shoulders and guide her back to the car. Predictable. Henry had been my partner for years. The only one I trusted enough to know the full extent of my involvement in the mafia. The same involvement that had helped us close more cases than anyone else at our level.

"Chapter four of my paper is about the relationship between personal and professional partnership in restructured criminal enterprises transitioning to legitimate business." Dante looked at Valeria with an expression that said clearly ... I did warn you and also I am completely delighted by this. Lorenzo appeared in the doorway. He looked at Sofia. She looked at him. "You're one of my three questions," she said. "I know," he said. "Come in." Lunch was observed.

Chapter Thirteen. Aric. “Even though it is worth millions of dollars, I don’t think I can be a part of this deal, I don’t deal in illegal activities.” I said to the business partners that were sitting across me in the office. “It also has to do with mafia activities and I don’t want to be a part of that.”

Chris A month to our daughter’s first birthday, Tonia’s best friend and, it turned out, her partner-in-crime, Jojo, got arrested for stealing thousands of pounds from Jojo’s employer, an elderly woman. Basically, her entire life’s savings. In her confessional statement, Jojo implicated Tonia, and she was arrested. But as the money was transferred directly to Jojo’s account, and as Jojo claimed she only ever gave Tonia cash, there was no paper trail leading to Tonia, making the case against her circumstantial, so she was released. But, and as I found out only then, she had been on the Police’s radar for a long time, having been indirectly linked to several well-known cyber criminals in the no

Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, and emerge stronger on the other side. As time went on, Nathan and Miranda continued to strengthen their partnership and work together seamlessly. They became an unstoppable force, their individual skills and talents complementing each other perfectly. Nathan's street smarts and knowledge of the criminal underworld combined with Miranda's sharp analytical skills and dedication to justice proved to be a formidable combination in their fight against crime.

As if time unlocked, the various written pages brought me a sense of peace, which intensified seeing Call pass through the door, heading towards her I hugged him worried about his face: - What there was? – I questioned him. - One of my partners ended up closing a deal with smuggling and the cart was caught through an anonymous tip. It was as if all the debts that were paid this morning, the debts that made me risk my love for you, became tiny next to the ones that arose to get a lawyer and get the truck out of there, to prove our Innocence that in fact it is not an Innocence. But that's not the worst of the things that will come out when people find out about it. Nobody wants to make an inve

"I am honored, you still remember me, Mr. Eric James Winslet." Without wasting time he hugged me, that's when I realized I was home. My home! "I thought you forget your partner in crime," he complained. "Nah! I can never forget my partner in crime!" I laughed. He was truly my partner in every crime. Whatever we have done till now is in partnership. But we can anything but friends. He has his ideologies and I have mine. Just like railway track, we are like those two parallel lines which can move together but never meet.