Pay It Forward Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

"And now is the time to pay." He hesitated for a long moment, his voice trembling. "I’ll do it." "Good boy," she said sweetly, a cruel smile curving her lips before ending the call. ~~~~~~~~~~ Lenny sat in his dim apartment long after the line went dead. His hands trembled as he placed the phone down. He’d promised himself he’d never cross Nikolai Volkov. He had once witnessed how he had tortured one of his men who had betrayed him and the thought sent a shiver down his spine.

I said quietly, a hint of seriousness and fury in my voice. He looked at the paused and zoomed in footage of the killer. “We will find him.” ***** (Author’s POV) The killer walked in the secret location where he is supposed to meet the person behind the crime he has done to collect his paycheck, his footsteps echoing softly against the cold concrete. His heart was still racing from the adrenaline of his latest assignment, but his mind was already on the payment promised to him. He has an ill wife and children to go back to waiting for him.

know you?" "No," I replied. "But apparently I've been funding your operations for the past few months." His eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?" I slid a piece of paper across the table. It was a printout of one of the transactions. "Five payments from my account to yours. Ring any bells?" Marcus picked up the paper, studied it, then shook his head. "This isn't my account." "Don't lie to me," I growled, keeping my voice low. "I traced it back to you." "Then your trace was wrong," Marcus said, sliding the paper back to me. "I haven't worked with the hijackers in over a year." I stared at him, trying to determine if he was telling the truth. "What do you mean, you haven't worked with

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“So instead of really living, instead of doing what makes you feel alive, you chose to work a 9-to-5 job for The Man. You chose stability and the 401k. You chose mediocrity.” You DICK. I sit up and full-on bare my teeth at him. “What, and you’re so fucking brilliant? You’re so fucking incredible? If you forgot, your criminal activities are what put us on the run.” “No, a psychopath is what put us on the run.” “Who you ran into because you like to play art thief!” “And saved two women’s lives and stopped a serial killer’s rampage!” he snarls. “Remember that?” I do. It’s what I’d told Connor to get him to help us.

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,

Uncle Peter held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and a pack of snacks Mom loved when she was still alive. He squatted in front of the tombstone and placed the snack on it. "Lily, Ethan did it." His voice was slightly hoarse. "You're finally getting justice. Everyone will know the truth." Then, he fell silent. I stood behind him, shielding him from the wind. On the same day, Zachary's introduction and profile were removed from Zach Airways' official website.

" I stood up, and began pacing to and, trying to figure out what to do with the informations I had gathered. Bombers don't just appear from nowhere. They usually want something, which could be revenge, ideology, or even to get attention. But this particular guy? He looks very ordinary, like a man whose life fell apart, and that only proves someone brought him in. "How much debt is being owed?" I asked all of a sudden. Ramirez immediately referred back to his notes. "About four hundred thousand." I stopped pacing the moment he mentioned the figures. "That's enough." He narrowed his eyes, like he was trying to read my mind. "You are thinking payoff?" "I'm thinking desperation at this moment."

*** *** The journey home had been a really quiet one, more gloomy, I couldn't wait to find who was responsible for this, I couldn't wait to know who this bastard was. If I found whoever it was, I would feed their dead bodies to the birds. Though people do cross my part one in a while and also challenge my authorities, I have never seen anything like this. No one has had the mind to do something as gruesome as this. Which was why I couldn't wait to find out who this bastard was and when I eventually find them, I will show them why I am the mafia Boss. I shook my head, the hairs at the back of my head standing, it pains me so much that I feel helpless in this situation l, like I didn't have a

"Damages? What kind of damages?" "I think, despite the surveillance," Mike says, giving me another look. "...we could put enough holes in their case." "And put Kimbra through all of that? No. We have insurance to pay this shit. I just want it gone." Mike takes a deep breath and for the first time since our meeting began, smiles. "After all these years, it's nice to think that maybe you're over that bullshit." "As long as there are no cameras in my office, we're good."