Rdr2 Crime Novels & Stories

At all, actually. The officer nodded. "With him living here, I don't blame you. Not exactly a friendly neighborhood." The officer's real name was Mark Rochester, and he began to piss Rhychard off. It was as if the murder bored the officer. It was just another day in the Bottoms, life with the drug addicts and hookers. His partner, Officer Burke, was busy hanging crime scene tape around Karl's house from the front of the dilapidated structure to the river where Briggs's body remained sprawled over the boulders, his right hand bobbing in the water.

I said to Drake, and the helpless expression on his face was enough to please me. "Sir, I've got a piece of bad news. It looks like there are many rogues hidden around here. Some smell like rogues, but some smell like pack wolves. It's hard to decipher which pack they belong to, but there are many, and it looks like they are here to retaliate. I have seen the CCTV footage, and many suspicious people have been roaming out of this restaurant for the past half hour," Collins suddenly said, and I looked at the guy helplessly.

Levi said with a slight smile. “That seems to be correct, Alpha,” I said. “How do you plead to the charges?” Alex asked me. “Not guilty, Alpha,” I said and I saw Kai watching me. “Nick Johnson, please rise,” the Zeta said and Nick stood up. “We would like to add another charge,” he said and sneered at me. “What charge would that be?” Alex asked him. “Aggravated assault in a public building,” Nick said and I closed my eyes briefly. “Jericho Cannon, how do you plead?” the Zeta asked me and I stood up again.

I knew that dedication was something that werewolves were commonly known for, they were dedicated to their hunt, almost stubborn, and nothing got in their way, so if I did this, he was right, it was probably going to be the riskiest gamble I've ever done. "Game," I picked up three skulls on my arm and started spinning to build speed, "Set," I threw them towards the wall, buying Lucifer's attention as he tried to shoot them all down, "Match," I said, and disappeared back to my own domain, my mind was set on this gamble, it was risky but so was stealing a tank from the US military, so I was sure I'd be fine. I grabbed my Glock 40 and walked over to the pit, to see Jack already there, shooting

“You better sleep with one eye open tonight if you call, text, or ask someone in the area to snoop around the campus.” “Ok, fine, geez. I swear.” I nodded, raising my hands, “Threatening an officer of the law is a crime you know?” “I thought you were a detective?“ she smirked, pushing her way out of the car. “Still a crime smartass,” I smiled at her, “See you at 8 not a minute late.” “Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “I hope Romans shouts at you today, you’re late,” she smirked walking away. I looked at the watch and started the engine in no time. Romans was indeed going to strangle me. I was late again.

I said and smiled at him He closed the door and I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes. RODNEY'S POV: We're in the middle of a shoot-out as we fight against one of the crime families in New York. "I already said no but they didn't take no for an answer, and now they want me dead!" I explained briefly to Daniel. "Damn it, just get in the car!" he said as he grabbed my shoulders so that I could hop into the tinted and bullet proof car that we have. "What's the deal this time?" he asked as he was loading his gun with bullets.

‎I watch one of the broadcasts silently from the backseat while the SUV speeds toward another location. ‎“Unconfirmed reports suggest coordinated armed raids across multiple districts tonight,” the reporter says shakily while footage plays behind her. Black vehicles. Men with rifles. People screaming outside clubs. Police barricades overwhelmed by sheer force. “Authorities have not released an official statement, but sources claim several organized crime figures may be involved…” ‎Aleksei switches it off. ‎The silence afterward feels heavier. ‎“You are making noise,” he says carefully. ‎“Good.” ‎“This level of attention…”

The fine rain fell over the silent city streets, reflecting the yellow and red lights from the streetlamps, making the asphalt slick and almost hypnotic. Juan Cortez adjusted his belt with one hand while gripping the steering wheel with the other, the muscles in his forearm tense. The radio crackled, bringing the urgent voice from dispatch: “Unit 12, alarm triggered at Diamond Crest Jewelry, north sector. Suspected break-in.” “Received. En route,” he replied, eyes fixed on the drenched street.

"Over my dead body" "Romeo" He looked over his shoulder at her, expression calm but dangerous. "Get her behind cover. Now". Jessica hesitated only a second before pulling Aurora toward a crumbled wall. The hum of the drones deepened as their weapons charged, red light flickering. "SUBJECT NON-COMPLIANT", one droned. "FORCE ENGAGEMENT AUTHORIZED". The first blast tore through the concrete beside Romeo. Dust exploded into the air. Jessica screamed. But Romeo was already moving faster tha the machines could track. He spun low, grabbed a broken metal rod, and hurled it with perfect precision. It impaled one drone straight through it's scanner, sending it spiraling in flames.

he barked, hand jerking toward his holster. I ignored him, aimed at the cruiser’s front tire, and squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, loud and sharp, and the tire hissed as it flattened. I dropped the gun, raising my hands as the officer charged toward me, his face red with fury. He grabbed my wrists, snapping cuffs on me so tight they bit into my skin. Damon stepped forward, hands up. “Take me too, officer. We're partners in crime.” The officer shoved him back. “Stay where you are!”