Pay It Forward Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Instead, I simply wanted to prove my innocence. As for Gabriel's attempt to harvest someone's organs, the authorities soon gathered enough evidence with statements from Elias and Rhonda. Rhonda also told the authorities how Gabriel had used his position as the hospital's deputy director and received bribes all these years. What he did was already considered a criminal offense. Not only was Gabriel fired from his job, but he also had to spend the rest of his life in jail. However, Gabriel couldn't seem to forget about his young lover even after he was thrown into jail. He begged Elias desperately during the only time they could meet.

I don't want to hear this anymore! Sophie stared at me in disbelief. "Why? That's impossible! How did you get my brainwave data?" Sage piped up, "Because I designed that chip system. I planted a counter-control program in the chip inside your head. Everything you saw was what we wanted you to see. "Those foreign specialists you hired stole my research. I've already called the cops, and they've been arrested."

But with my damaged tongue, I couldn't form coherent words. "She… armed me… Doc… Help me!" I cried out, my voice a garbled mess. The doctor glanced at me with her brows furrowed, unsure of what I was trying to say. She looked toward Shawn for help in deciphering my speech. Shawn gave me a cold glare and spoke up, his tone cold and calculated. "My mom has a persecution complex. She often hurts herself and blames others. As her family, it hasn't been easy for us. She hurt herself again, and now she's trying to accuse someone else.

JAMESON POV: I met my crew at the docks. Jason was also waiting to start the raid. I cleared my throat to grab everyone’s attention. “Alright men, the goal is to find the money, and I want Calvin for myself. Leave no man standing, got it?” I explained to them. Everyone shook their heads and nodded in agreement. We boarded our black raid yacht. I still couldn’t believe that I thought doing business with the Island Cartel was a good idea. They think they could screw me on the first transaction. Ha, fools. Calvin would shed blood tonight.

I checked if they were real and I was right. The heck? Why did he put a huge amount of money inside my wallet? A small note caught my attention, so I grabbed it and read what was written. “Your advance payment. Take care!” I almost cursed him inside my head. But, I also thought, that at least, there is more money inside my wallet now. But, that also means he already predicted my answer. He already planned his next moves. He is unpredictable and wise, and I don’t like it. It is making me feel uneasy and scared for myself.

" Then, I was reborn. I even got reborn into a system that allowed me to uncover everyone's secrets. That was how I found out about Winter. It turned out she was kidnapped as a child, and she was Mom's younger sister. So, Winter and I planned everything together. Finally, I told Mom, "Don't even think about taking this money back. You won't get it, and I won't give it to you. You used to look down on people like me, so I'll do the same back to you." Now that I finished the story, I ordered her to leave.

In my past life, right after they successfully committed fraud, they immediately transferred their assets overseas and fled the country, leaving me alone to bear all the blame. This time around, I wasn't just going to stop them from getting the money. I was going to make them cough up everything they had already taken before. … Due to my unstable mental state, I was temporarily sent to a police-designated hospital for observation and further psychiatric evaluation.

Even I was surprised by the speed. When Antonio gave Chiara the Cullinan, I’d had a tracking device installed. It wasn’t about jealousy. It was about risk assessment. Chiara, booze, a powerful car—it was a disaster waiting to happen. And what a disaster it was. After the hit-and-run, Antonio moved fast. He used family contacts and money to install a patsy—a low-level enforcer with gambling debts. He thought it was clean. He didn’t know the Federal task force, tipped off by rival interests and my own anonymous nudges, had been watching. They picked up the patsy, flipped him in hours, and got the full story.

“You won’t get away with this.” “A monster? Perhaps,” he mused, straightening up as if he were the grand conductor of a dreadful symphony. “But I’m also a realist. I know exactly how to break people. All I need to do is apply a little pressure.” He stepped back, his gaze calculating, like a chess master considering his next move. “It’s simple, really. You comply with my demands, and your son remains safe. Defy me, and well… let’s just say my persuasion techniques are quite effective.”

Not good, this isn't a good sign! He has his fist clenched when he advances a step in my direction. "I fucking paid for her!" He growls out. Growl! Though I get goosebumps and my heart is about to jump out of my chest, my shock overtakes my fear and my mouth fall open, "Paid?! What the fuck, dude? You people are crazy!" My eyes take a survey and see no one alarmed by the claim. This may be a criminal social Hub or a meet-up conference for sick people. I gotta get out of here.