Partner In Crime Novels & Stories

It was less than a legal arrangement, and if true, it was intimidation. His name was Alan Cooke, and from what I could see, he didn't have a criminal record. Though, he had ties to a local crime family operating in D.C. His cousin was Raphael Cruz, and he was the son of a rich man who made his money by running guns and selling cocaine.

He shoved Caspian off the side of the microphone and gripped it. “I deny all the accusations. I know nothing about this fraudulent act.” His hands trembled as the door pushed open and a few uniformed police officers made their way in. “I did nothing of such and I have evidence to prove that my partnership did this. The partner of Elith Pharmaceutical is the real culprit here. I’m innocent.” “You can say that to the police, brother.” “You bastard!” He gritted his teeth. “You don’t know what I’m capable of. I’ll definitely find my way out and when I do, I’ll make sure that you don’t go free.”

“Is my weapon.” And just like that, a partnership was formed. One built not on justice, not on truth, not on grief or love. But on hatred of a single woman. A hacker. An assassin. A wife who didn’t know she had just gained two enemies in mourning gloves and designer heels.

For us, we have this collaborative effort in working together and this qualifies us to be tagged partners. *Hey Mike", I opened the conversation as he was just on the other end. "Hunter, what's up man", he responded from the other end. "Come on, we have a job though it's dirty", I dropped the main content. The fact established is that we can do some dirty jobs like low-key frauds, scams and other works. To cover this up, we are in different corporate companies to conceal our dirty lives. "Yo, what's that my man?" He inquired as he was very curious on the other end.

If they agreed to this I’d be asking for one thing in return, a partnership, moving forward the Scorpions and Lennox' would work together. My guys moved weapons, supplying them as well as having them for protection. Both organizations hated the skin trade, mine also hated the drug trade. Many of my guys had either grown up with junkie parents or had lost people close to them because of drugs. We dealt mainly with weapons and now that we had Jonah we could also deal in intel, something that I know the Lennox’ would need when it came to their special jobs.

Not ever. "You see the alert?" his partner for the night, Anthony, said. The camaraderie with his bunkmates in the armed forces was fine, but it had ended as soon as he was gone. He hadn't kept in touch with anyone from that time in his life. He'd only stumbled upon the other Grotesque owners in a bar one night. They were plotting and he figured he could make a monetary investment and gain some income. He'd never thought he'd actually have to be an ever-present partner.

His hands were so itchy to scratch Rafe's face who was grinning at him. "Of course, I can. You've done a lot of cheating. You bribed some parliamentarians and some policemen to smooth your business over the years. You sell women and children into prostitutes in dirty bars. You also sell drugs. Tsk, your crimes are numerous, Cooper." "No way. You're just bullying me. You don't have any evidence of my business. After all, I'm not the only one with dirty business. You own the clubs and casinos that drug dealers use to transact.”

Luke also added giving me the answer I actually wanted. “Who is this partner,” I asked, “The leader of the Black Scorpions Clan, Makros Vedanta. A Vampire Mafia boss who deals in all kinds of illegal activities and has committed many atrocious shady acts. But has freely continued them for his Partner Gian here, was busy covering up for him. Filing fake reports and telling us that nothing bad was happening in his territories.” “So could he be the one who killed my parents?” I was already clenching my fists and could not wait to slam them into his Mafia face and avenge them,

I know I am just risking my life by going out after the killer but somehow I couldn't see someone killing innocent people and roam around loosely in the city. Today again I went to the same bar but I was not alone I had dragged along my soul sister Stella who was also know as Pamela with me I did not want the people in the bar to get suspicious of me as a lady sitting in the bar and drinking alone would cause a lot of trouble. So I asked her to help me. She had always been my car partner in crime, so she readily agreed. she was married to an Italian businessman Leo Ford , a very handsome and charming man and had given birth to a very cute little boy Hudson For

“You being accused somehow make sense because you might have had your criminal impulse that day—” I stopped in my tracks which made him do too. I faced him and spoke in a firm manner, “Would you please refrain from speaking any symptoms related to my condition? It makes me uncomfortable. My crime-solving partner thinks that I am as evil as a criminal mastermind? Outrageous,” and then, I turned my back at him and continued my trip out of the JHB.