Pay It Forward Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

If he was willing to betray a dangerous Mafia group, then it would stand to reason that he would also double cross me as well. That was part of the reason why I had only offered to pay half the money upfront. But now, the little thief had the gall to attempt to blackmail me. I had to give him credit for being dedicated enough to follow me all the way back to where I live. Although that too was a mistake on my part.

Admitting that we'd gone behind their backs, that we'd taken matters into our own hands even though we knew it wasn't the protocol. "Ok then but don't you think that we can track them with the account details you guys sent the money to since they hid the phone number when they had called and I am sure they did that with some criminal intentions but nevertheless, I haven't given up on this case." My brain caught on the word "track." Track them. Of course. Why hadn't I thought of that sooner? Maybe because I'd been so focused on getting Hearty back that I hadn't thought about what came after. About making sure the people who did this actually paid for it.

I looked at V with tears streaming down my face. "Rosa, I know what you are feeling. But Xavier is really a dangerous man. He is a PSYCHOPATH, Rosa. He had killed numerous people. He murdered everyone who had ever tried to keep you away from him. Being a Mafia is not a big deal but being a Psycho Mafia is one. He had killed my best Agents. Nick, Mark, Rebecca, Jennie, Katherine, Leon and...." I looked up at him. I grabbed his collar in frustration.

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I shut my eyes again the image of his brain cells splattering struck me. “So, he is dead?” Tristan’s face turned red. I shook my head. “That was what I thought until he showed up in my life again recently, reawakening this horribleness I had thought I shoved behind me. It turns out that he knew what we were planning, and he sent his innocent twin brother to a place he would normally be, so we killed his twin brother instead.” I sucked in breath, my heart rate beating crazily again. “I killed an innocent person; I am a bloody criminal.”

"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

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."