Rdr2 Crime Novels & Stories

“I’m just a recruiter! I collect protection fees and hand out flyers! We’re forced to do this! I swear!” Hank joined in. “Boss, please! I might be a creep, but I’ve never killed anyone! I just resell knockout drugs, that’s it!” Skye: ‘…And I thought I was facing mini-bosses. Turns out they’re just tutorial mobs.’ She sighed in disappointment. ‘I’d have accepted gold-rank thugs, even.’ Thirty Minutes Later. The local police officer, notebook in hand, looked completely baffled. “So you both confess to the crimes just described?”

We couldn't leave the city yet because it was flooded with the CIA, DEA and other security intelligence. Me and my gang had been declared wanted and dangerous all over the news, and a bounty had been placed on my head. “I know you can hear me, Emi, say something” I pressured. “At least give me some sort of explanation why you looked me in the eyes and fucked me up the second time” I lashed out infuriatedly. “I don't owe you any explanation, Dominic, or have you forgotten that I am a cop, and my job is to make sure that criminals like you are brought to book?” She said in a fierce tone. I ran my hand through my tempo.

Zane pulled me against his chest awkward, quick hug then let go. “We’re not waiting twenty-four hours,” Ryder said quietly. Too quiet. Zane nodded. “Agreed.” We started hunting. Ryder called in favors guys from hid club, contacts who knew people. We hit every business with CCTV within three blocks. Begged, bribed, threatened. Hours later middle of the night now we were crammed in a tiny back room at some dive bar whose owner owed Ryder. Grainy footage on a laptop. We watched the blackout hit. Screen went dark. Then flicker back on.

“Cops never pinned anything big on him. Not directly. Every job he touched had three layers between him and the crime. People took the fall for him willingly.” “Willingly?” I repeated. “Fear will do that,” Jasper said quietly. “So will loyalty.” My hands curled slowly into fists beneath the table. “What kind of crimes?” I asked. Rook snorted. “What kind didn’t he touch?” Jasper’s voice was calmer, heavier. “Arms running. Money laundering. Extortion. Disappearances. People went missing, and nobody asked questions because the answers never led anywhere good.” I felt a slow, familiar chill crawl up my spine.

Avri clicked on the blue-colored mob link. A mob boss by the name of Ramirez appeared on the screen, and she read the report. Ramirez was noted for making deals with criminals on the run who wanted or needed to make a lot of money in a short amount of time. Using force and blackmail to get investors' money in real estate was one of his specialties.

be going " he yelled and Rielle looked at him "He will not find out anything Dante! What the fuck is wrong with you uh? I didn't tell anyone of you about my relationship with him maily because of this kind of reaction, Reed is not a problem to me or either of us! i befriended him to get more informations about their plans so we wouldn't fall in their trap but at the same time, I am still in love with him and there is nothing you can or will do about it. Reed posess no threat o us so lt it go." She said and the man scoffed "I can believe this, I can't believe you are saying this! this is the most absurd and stupid thing I have ever heard, You steal Rielle, You are a theif while he! he is a p

I look around to make sure we're not being followed before I drive off. Almost at my house, I receive a call from my cop friend. I pick up immediately. "Hey man. Can you come over now?" "Sure, is there a problem?" I hear shuffling in the background and then hushed tones. "I think we found the purple haired girl."

Brody glared at her as he left the car in one swift movement to stand before her, big and dark and irrefutably menacing. “And for pity’s sake, stop being so damn ridiculous and get in the car. You know as well as I do how the crime rate has gone haywire in the last few years, and a tiny little thing like you, struggling along with a bulging briefcase, a huge briefcase, I might add, to someone living rough on the streets is just asking for trouble.”

Harper definitely wouldn’t let some scumbag’s breaking and entering get in the way of her work. Ryder pulls his phone from his pocket, steps a few paces away, and starts making calls. I do the exact same thing, figuring I should give my boss a fair heads-up. Within ten minutes, the local police arrive to process the crime scene. Thorne and Ruiz pull up right behind them. As the detectives and uniforms push us outside, Ruiz unfurls his body from Thorne’s Lexus and walks over. “They aren’t going to find anything.” Ryder nods, fury practically vibrating off his skin. “It’s a warning.”

XXX "Another two kills reported, government officials from PWD." Shivaay grunted as Ali and he drove towards the crime scene, for the instant stuck, because of the traffic signal. Ali floored the accelerator as the signal turned green and took a swift turn towards the outskirts of the city where the old abandoned building stood. The crime scene of two murders, a work of Kali. Shivaay pushed up the caution tape over his head and looked at the white outline on the concrete near the upside down turned table. The dry pool of deep red stained the concrete giving off the foul smell, mixed with the strong stench of alcohol and urine.