Partner In Crime Novels & Stories

I didn’t like the people who worked for me to see me in such a state over a family member, and no one really knew my feud with Alberto, aside from Christopher who was not only my ‘business’ partner, but my partner as an English family Don. Christopher Bernard and I were partners when it came to the drug market, and seeing as we needed to calculate the new year’s revenue; the man came all the way from England to find that my idiot of a cousin was waiting for me inside my company’s building. This one in specific was one of my hotel franchises, also another partnership between the English man and I. Alberto got up upon seeing me approach, and had it been for Christopher standing in front of me,

Co-workers or people around him are so familiar with Darko’s character. "Let's start the game!" murmured Darko while holding a file containing a solicitation of cooperation from Altakendra Corp.

Scot asked, taking a seat in front of a downcast Robert. He felt nothing at all for the man, not even the slightest hint of pity and he could not wait for the court proceedings so that he could finally be put in jail for the rest of his sorry life. It would help however if he admitted to not working alone and provide the name of his partner because although Robert was a liar and a very horrible man; there was no way he would have been able to pull such a very successful drug dealing heist alone. He had a partner and Scot was sure it had to be someone from the mafia. What he needed to know was which mafia gang it was.

“Sincerely I don't want to know who the owner is, we have what we want. With your plan we're going to create items and sell them at auctions or find buyers in your clientele and we make our profits and go back into hiding.” “Make profits and disappear, you amuse me with your guts. You and your men orchestrated this heist on your own, why did you involve me?” Frederic wanted to know why he was called, he knew that Miguel and his gang could pull this off and get everything they need. “We're partners right. You cut me in on the cocaine deal and I did the same thing, you needed my help for a certain amount and I needed yours too. Which leads us to the agreement stage. I'm offering you a quarter

Such a boring clique. Martin thanked Joe for bringing all the evidence to the FBI and arresting all the partners within the company. And with the deal to release him in exchange for the partners’ conviction. A lot of damage was done along the way, but eventually, he had his freedom. Still, he lived in dark and twisted uncertainty with no way out.

"Umm... I... I don't know. You have everything in the world," Vincenzo pretended to think seriously. Then he said, "I am lacking something," "What thing?" Wade looked interested. "A partner, a spouse," Vincenzo smirked. Wade blushed. "You don't hate me? I thought you hated criminals. After all, I've killed countless people, innocent and all. I've robbed and murdered -" "Shut the fuck up," Wade pressed a hand against Vincenzo's mouth. "I don't give a fuck to your background. Even the cops at the station are dirtier, sometimes dirtier than criminals. Who doesn't have an ugly scar or history? I'm not clean either,"

As I stared at the whiter and rougher version of younger Eminem I wondered what his link was. Time and experience told me one thing - cases weren't just handed randomly. Alfred knew there was something here but most likely those were just my wishes. Nothing so far indicated that. I decided to go deeper into his crime files. He was suspected of money laundering but never caught. He was a well known drug seller on the streets of Philadelphia, it was his thing. In fact, he seemed to be the king of it.

“No. We’ve formed an alliance with them. All we do is facilitate a location for them. We’re untouchable, and it’s been a pleasant experience for nearly thirty years now. If anything, I feel safer knowing exactly where the bad guys are.” “Because they’re under your roof,” I jabbed. She placed her fork in her mouth and sucked the pasta off the end. Her mouth moved slowly as she chewed. “I’m sorry you’re disappointed, but this is the real world. You either adapt or you die. The partnership has been a very successful one.” “You’re breaking the law by laundering money.” “Who doesn’t?” “Lots of people,” I snapped. “But not rich people.” She drank her wine. Was I the only sane person in the world?

He told me. "I would know because he also happens to be somewhat of a business partner." I gulped at his statement. "Business partner" with El Narco, a drug dealer? Is André in any way a drug dealer too? Or perhaps a drug addict? "He can be very... very extreme, when it comes to getting back what he's lost." André continued. "I remember how he once made a man pay for stealing from him." "How?" I asked, feeling my curiosity and fear rise to the same level.

The shooter flashed a wide smile, and someone shouted, “She’s on fire!” The stickman slid the dice back. “Coming out again!” And the cycle continued — wild, fast, communal, alive. * Nico Piccolo was in the thick of it all. An arm around two women, skimpily dressed and giggling, he held them to his sides, enjoying the moment. He was not exactly winning at the moment, but he reassured himself. The night is young, he thought. His eyes drifted across the room, catching sight of young Bianca Cruz, the effortlessly seductive young woman who was the partner in the lives of the Mafia dons, Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just.