Pay It Forward Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

I ignored him and continued my discussion with Diego. "Now let's discuss the payment method. I can't assure you that you'll get paid now. When the products have been safely delivered without any interference from the Feds, then I'll pay you… in cash," I said, sounding firm. "You don't have to worry about the Feds,” Diego said confidently. “I have an inside man and I will speak to him and let you know when it's going to be on duty. He'd ensure that we pass through safely without any interference."

"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."

Someone has to pay. The first step was going back to the Brutal Autocratic Family. I called my friend and told him that I want to come back to the group. At that moment I cared less about my pending murder case. I didn’t do it, that’s why. “You are so complicated like a virgin girl not sure about doing the deed.” “I`ll prove myself then.” He hang up the call. I`m going to prove myself that I mean it this time. I`m prepared too.

"But make sure the information on that route is 'updated.'" "The Calabrese brothers are waiting," Silas confirmed. "They think the payment was late. They won't shoot, but they'll definitely delay them and send a message." I had paid the Calabrese a fortune for safe passage. Now, a small, anonymous deposit told them the transfer was 'blocked,' making it seem like Dante was deliberately shorting them. "I need more than a delay, Silas. I need Dante to beg for my help."

He roared hysterically at the officers, "Officers! Arrest him! Arrest him! He deliberately spilled water on the power strip! He wanted to burn his brother alive! He's an arsonist! Take him away and execute him!" The officers frowned deeply, looking at the three-year-old child sobbing on the ground, then back at Dad, who was still raging. One of them barked, "Calm down, Mr. Werther! He's only three! A three-year-old cannot be held criminally or civilly liable!" "But he did it on purpose! He was born evil!" Dad howled in despair. Then, as if something had struck him, he suddenly went rigid. He stopped struggling, and his eyes became hollow and lifeless. He slowly turned his head and looked at

“The money you stole from Sarah, and the reward money from Jasper. I want every last penny.” “Hey! Not cool!” He wiped hand across his face, smearing the blood even more. “Thats mine! I did the job!” “You put your dirty hands on my mate’s private property. You stole her money and destroyed her home. Give me the money, or I’ll take it from your flesh.” “Bosch man, this guy is crazy,” another one of his so-called friends was backing away from the table. “Just give him the money.” Bosch patted around in his pockets until he dragged out a wad of cash. He threw it down on the table. The money smelled like Sarah, and Poppy too.

"Are you out of your mind? You can demand whatever amount you want. It doesn't even matter if you demand that I pay back the stolen $2,000,000. After all, if I don't pay it back, I'm not the one that the police will be hunting down." "Sl*t, how dare you feign ignorance and try to cut off all ties with me like that!?" Oscar's eyes turned fierce, and he slapped Paige, leaving five fingerprints on her face and making her hair messy. "You know I have connections in society. I guarantee they'll drag you to a small forest if you don't gather the money for me within a week. "If you can't pay me back, I, Oscar, promise you that even if I go to prison, I'll make sure you suffer with me!" Oscar leaned

Olivia said with a grin on her face as she brought out her wallet and gave her credit card before the gang boss could even stop her. The two women knew that they were crazy and a match for each other with how they were happy in celebrating their first meeting from a decade ago by reenacting it—which was a situation in which the blonde helped the gang boss from not being caught in stealing. Except that the blonde had a huge change which included not wanting to do crimes anymore. Though they were still indeed partners in crime after all.

It was a single text message, sent three hours ago, right before Adrian Cross’s bail had been formally revoked. Break the rig. Let them fall. Send the invoice to the offshore account. A cold, visceral disgust twisted in my stomach. It was Adrian’s last, desperate gasp. He hadn't just wanted to ruin our reputations; when cornered, his narcissism had mutated into a willingness to cause actual, severe physical harm to innocent people. He had paid a thug to infiltrate a space of sacred trust and orchestrate a catastrophe. "He wanted them to fall," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of horror and profound, blinding rage.

“Bastards, I will transfer the money in a minute, okay. But I promise that you will return that money one day.” Immediately, he took his phone and initiated the process. He knew that they would always find a way to bribe him for money. But he would be glad to find a solution from them because now his mind wasn’t working at all.