Rdr2 Crime Novels & Stories

He usually lingered around high-end neighborhoods and clubs, targeting women involved in "fringe work." Taking advantage of their not daring to seek legal protection, he often intimidated or enticed them or sometimes drugged them before acting. Over two years, he had committed several crimes, but no victim had come forward to identify him, allowing his brazen behavior. Hearing this, Sandy laughed and teased Emily, "You're quite the undercover agent." Emily raised an eyebrow, "Might consider it." After all, serving justice is a noble deed! Their conversation then shifted to Boyce Holt, the official who approved Devin Cromwell's project at Dock No. 9.

The precinct carried a different weight when the night crept in. The traffic beyond the frosted windows, the chatter of officers moving between desks, and the hollow ring of telephones—all of it seemed more subdued, muted, as though the building itself knew a storm was about to break inside its walls. Rico wasn’t just another boy in custody. He was the missing link in a puzzle the police had been chasing for years, a living witness tangled in the web of three different men who each claimed dominance over the city’s underworld.

“It’s just sad to think about how desperate some people must be to resort to crime. I mean, what drives someone to that point?” The driver nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. Sometimes it’s about survival, but other times, it’s just greed. Either way, it’s the innocent people who suffer.” “I hope this doesn’t become a trend,” she said, glancing out the window at the passing buildings. “It feels like crime is on the rise lately.” She continued. “Yeah, It’s been a rough few months,” the driver admitted. “But you know what? We can’t let fear take over. We’ve got to keep living our lives, keep looking out for each other.”

They didn't care if said neighbor kept late nights and only came home at the crack of dawn sometimes looking all bashed up. I wasn't a criminal per se. I drove criminals, but sometimes you had to take a little beating here or there as a part of the job. The cops would probably label me a criminal, but who gave a fuck? Certainly not me. The cops had failed us at the time we needed them the most and I would be a fool to put my hope in them ever again. My phone beeped in the pocket of my jeans and I fished it out. It was a message from Drake. He usually booked me the jobs.

I grabbed Mateo by his hair and slammed him on the table. Remy attempted to run, but I threw my knife at his leg, and he tumbled to the floor, the knife going deeper due to the impact. I still had one knife left in my vest. "Please, is it money? You can have the coke, anything you want. " Tears were pouring out of his eyes like a river. Raves were weak. All they do is commit heinous crimes and pin it on other clans because they can't shake off the cops. The worst part is that they involve outsiders, innocent people.

Police. My stomach dropped so fast I swear I heard it hit the floor. “Yeah. This is him.” “This is Officer Daniels with city PD. We need to speak with you about Drake Wade. Are you safe right now?” Brandon sat up fast, eyes wide. He mouthed police? and I nodded, throat tight. “I’m at Brandon’s place,” I said carefully. “Why? Did something happen?” The officer hesitated, just long enough to make my pulse pound harder. “Drake has resurfaced. We have reason to believe he’s in the area. Earlier tonight he was spotted on a traffic camera near the industrial district.”

one of the younger hitters asked nervously. Ryota gave him a cold, hard look. "Mick pulled all patrol cruisers out of the industrial sector this morning to fake his crime audit. The streets are pitch black. Nobody is coming to save Hiro, and nobody is coming to stop us. Get your vests and extra mags. We move in twenty minutes." Across the city, far away from the rotting alleys of the west side, Dominic Moretti stood on the second-floor balcony of Moretti Manor. The rain swept across the manicured lawns below, but his focus was entirely on the encrypted tablet resting in his palm.

Bayhaven blew wide open that night. Major Crimes locked down half the old quarter. Patrol cars sealed intersections. Helicopter lights swept rooftops while rain turned the streets slick as glass. Lucas Cole made it three blocks before cornering himself in a service lane behind a row of boarded-up shops. He came out shooting and died where he stood. Evan got farther. He cut through a churchyard and nearly made it to the waterfront before a K-9 unit drove him into a dead-end alley. When they dragged him out, face pressed to wet concrete, he was smiling.

“And a bit lonely. If you’re feeling like doing a good deed, you could cheer a lonely guy up on his first visit back down to the River Walk in a while.” Yeah, better to switch the topic back to something lighter. “Well, my parole officer has been on my ass about getting some community service done.” “Parole officer? Got caught stealing too many men’s hearts?” Roman rolled his eyes and bumped up the cheese-factor of the line. “Bumping off liquor stores. I had a good run there for a while, but between debit cards and security cameras, it got to be too risky for too small a take.” “I’ve heard that. Occupational hazard, I guess.”

They discovered that the organization had a series of interconnected cells, each responsible for different criminal activities such as human trafficking, drug smuggling, and arms dealing. With each new revelation, the scope of their mission grew, and Nathan and Miranda found themselves at the center of a vast and intricate web of crime. They knew that dismantling The Viper's empire would be no easy task, but they were determined to see it through to the end. Their efforts led them to an array of seedy locations, from underground fight clubs to high-stakes gambling dens. As they infiltrated these criminal strongholds, they encountered a diverse cast of characters, some of whom proved to be va