Pay It Forward Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

She stretched her arms out, and the shadow wolves painted on the walls scratched like feral wild beasts. Scratched dug into the walls. But how? Shadows can not—. Dread filled me. “You had a chance, Aiden Harris. You were just as much a victim as the others, but you allowed yourself to be led astray. You have condemned yourself and others, for that,” Frankie turned and walked to what looked like an altar. The same as when Alice and I killed Frankie. No! I realized what was going to happen. Frankie smiled. “All debts must be paid, Aiden Harris. You owe us a life. As for Alice,” Frankie chucked darkly. “She has already paid her dues, as have all of your friends. It is time to collect payment.”

I walked up to them, they held their gun tight and requested for an identity verification. "Hey, hold it. Where's your ID?" They asked. "Fuck am showing you my ID for?" My voice protested, taking my facial expression on the same path. They looked at each other and faced their front, like I wasn't there. Like I never existed. They had the fucking gut. "Allow me. I have an unfinished business with Jigsaw. He hooked me up with some old pal and I'm here to pay him back, in kind…" but the heavy and disturbed chorus in my voice said otherwise.

"Good. I will wire the first payment tonight." The line went dead. I did not move. Could not. Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to run, but my legs had forgotten how. I stood frozen in the shadow beside the door, listening to Adrian set his phone on the marble counter. Listening to the zip of his toiletry bag. The ordinary, domestic sounds of a man who had just arranged his brother's murder like it was a line item on a budget report. Wire the first payment tonight. He was already paying someone. It was already in motion.

The brats and I can walk away from here without any trouble! "Well then, kind old man... What do you suppose we do now?" "Ah! Fuck it! Go ahead and pay back what you've stolen!" "Thank you for your mercy." That should get us out of this predicament! All that's left is the money! Good thing my little brothers have cash! It's a scumbag's move, but I'm broke, so fuck it! "Alright, Ishigami... give me the cash, please?" "No!" "..."

How long until you finish the job? I stared at the screen. The apples blurred. The fluorescent lights suddenly felt too bright. I typed back quickly. Still gathering intel. No timeline yet. The reply came fast. You’ve had weeks. The man is a ghost to us. But not to you. I said, 'He’s not a ghost. He’s a storm.' Then stop watching the weather and start closing the file. I swallowed hard. My fingers hovered over the screen. Then another message came. He’s good for nothing. He’s killed dozens. He launders money through charities. He trades arms like they’re baseball cards. You get your revenge. We get our criminal. It’s the perfect plan.

Putting them on deathbeds like they were some sort of an animal about to be butchered and get sold their organs in the black market in the right period in exchange for an enormous amount of cash! Hoop gritted her teeth in anger. “Mr. Casimiro, please don't blame me if I would have to go beyond your limits,” she stated frankly taking a deep breath to restrain herself from bursting out her fury. “I want Merida Roberts to pay her crime behind bars!” she added casting a sidelong glance of the man who had hired her as his P.I.

Macsmith said, and he ended up with the phone conversations, Macsmith said to himself, “see me, see trouble coming my way, this girl wanted to take revenge on me because of the money, and I did part of the job, she's still want her money back, and again she want to use me to start her criminal activities, no, It can't work, I'm not scared of her, but for the fact that she Is a woman, I need to be scared” Macsmith said, and he packed his luggage and he left Southern area to unknown place, and he switched off all his phones,

If only there were no laws in this country, Martin would have died by my hand. This anger wouldn't go away if I didn't do something. I contacted my confidant. Someone who could do anything I asked as long as they were paid. After a few seconds, my call was picked up. "Take care of someone named Martin. He's currently in prison. I'll send you the details via text message. Let me know how much it costs, and I'll pay it into your account. Give him a lesson in prison and make sure he suffers." My man immediately agreed after I sent the money to his account.

the criminals said. Richard asked for further confirmation, "Are you sure they are dead?" "We have already checked," they lied. "They are dead and gone." "Good job! Expect your payment shortly," he replied. They both hung up and celebrated simultaneously. As they were making their way back to their truck, one of the criminals appeared confused. "Why did Mr. Richard not give us the money when we asked for it? Why did he wait until after we completed the job?" he complained. "Well, that's how Maxwell operates," the other criminal replied. Afterwards, the goons departed, leaving Gabriella struggling to breathe and lying in a pool of her own blood in the middle of the road.

“ I know what's going on, your Dad has cancer and you used your company health insurance to pay for his medical bills including a full time nurse . You owe me a lot and if I decide to take legal action against you, you could spend the rest of your life in jail ” Tears slipped down eyes , different outcomes flashing through her mind , the only time she felt this helpless was the time when she was sold to the mafia . “ Don't think you can black mail me with your tears .You knew exactly what you were doing and you did it .I can't say I don't understand why but it was wrong and is a criminal offense ”. “ I'm sorry sir , I'll pay you back for every cent I was just so desperate ” Kalum laughed sar