Partner In Crime Novels & Stories

I said as the four of my partners already understood what I was about to do. "Do you think you made any crimes towards this association, this mafia territory? Or should I help you point them out?" I asked him as he laughed, standing in the middle of the room just where Elias was standing a few minutes ago. "I did nothing. You can't blame me for anything, okay? All I wanted was for everything to be right. Victor was causing havoc, and I talked to Elias. Elias promised me he would have a discussion with the overall lords, and I said I wanted to be part of it because I don't trust him. Nothing more, nothing less," he said.

Some clearly criminal. "I did business with Lorenzo Santini. I knew what he was. What he did. But he had resources. Connections. Things I needed to grow. So I made deals. Ignored the bodies. Pretended it was just business." "I worked with the Council. Before it became what you made it. When it was still criminal. Still dangerous. I was part of that. Enabled it. Profited from it." "I hurt people. Destroyed competitors. Ruined businesses. Families. Lives. All in pursuit of empire. Of control. Of filling the emptiness."

A particularly chilling exchange in which Martin said, "If there is no baby, there is no inheritance. Accidents happen all the time. Make sure she understands that." But there was something else in the files, something that made my blood run cold. References to a partner. A silent partner who had helped fund the operation and who had access to information that even Martin should not have been able to obtain. "Who is the partner?" I asked Lydia. "Who else was working with Martin?"

God, I'm just sixteen! The stranger's expression faltered. He looked like I had just kicked him with my question. “Lia, this isn't the time to play games. It's me, Mark?” He probably saw that it didn't register so he added, “Your partner, remember?” Partner? I don't know him. How the hell would I have someone like him as a partner? Was that even legal? A shiver ran down my spine as my eyes took him in once more. He looked like a typical gangster. I wouldn't be shocked if he had tattoos on his body.

I continued to look at my prey and a smirk crossed across my face when I saw one of those girls injecting him with slow poison. Gulping down half of the bottle I was going to get up to go near my prey but I heard some loud enthusiastic voice and looked in the direction of the sound. I saw a man jumping up and down and screaming in happiness like he got some lottery and I immediately identified the man even in this red light. He is none other than Noah Mathew, one of my business partners but not in my mafia. So, he is the VIP here today.

Patrick was a name I hadn't heard in years, but I remembered the whispers about his shady dealings and the way he had mysteriously disappeared after the embezzlement scandal. Patrick took the stand, his expression unreadable. The prosecutor approached him. "Mr. Dalton, thank you for being here. Can you please state your relationship to Elias Westbrook?" Patrick's voice was calm but firm. "I was his business partner for over a decade." "And why did that partnership end?" Patrick's gaze flickered to Elias. "Because I discovered things I couldn't condone." A tense silence filled the room. The prosecutor leaned in. "Can you be more specific?"

he lets out. I scrunch my nose at the news. Was it impossible to save him, I ask myself but then leaned on the wall to hear what he had to say. “Years ago, he joined and organization to make ends meet. On his first job, he was given a partner, They were inseparable. A female partner. They were given assignments together and they would come back successful, they were the pride of the organization since they always delivered as commanded. His partner had two brothers, twins and they made him swear that nothing bad would happen to their sister otherwise he would pay the price. He agreed because he thought he could protect her.

“One of their partners, now out of a job, was literally being evicted. Someone involved him or the mind from behind. Woody Scavengers, now, was the master con man, he stole all of his company's money, he tried to run away to be chased by the police on the state highway.

“That’s helpful. Did you overhear them say anything specific? Anything that stood out?” Sylvania hesitated. “Yes,” she said quietly. “One of them said something like… ‘The Don will be pleased.’ It sounded important, like whoever this ‘Don’ is, they were working for him.” Kamala went silent on the other end of the line, her mind racing. She knew the name “The Don.” It wasn’t just a name; it was a title; a shadowy figure tied to organized crime, someone who operated in secret and held power over a dangerous network. This wasn’t just a random robbery; this was the Mafia.