Reckless Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"But this isn't Jaco's style. Church Street was so messy and chaotic." "Maybe being in the wind for so long has forced him to adapt!" "I don't think so. Remember in Clifton Bay when Jaco killed Blake's lover and his partner and that blackmailing bitch editor? All three hits were well-planned, and the crime scenes were clean. Nothing tied him to them—" "Except for the black roses." "Right," Igor nodded. "Except for the black roses. But that thing in your pocket...neither of us can agree it's a black rose. I just think you're seeing things that aren't there."

I look ahead at the glaring red lights, and then at the speedometer. I wasn’t careful enough. My eyes flash as I swerve to the left and careen off track, the car tumbling down the side road, picking up speed with every passing second. Someone fucked with my brakes.

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

Not as a reckless celebrity. Not as a billionaire. But as someone carrying weight he didn’t know how to explain. Zayden suddenly turned the car into a private building. Lena looked out the window. “This isn’t your house.” “No,” he said. “Then where are we?” Zayden parked. Looked at her. And said “Somewhere safe.” That word hung in the air. Safe. Lena almost laughed. But she didn’t. Because something about his tone made her believe he meant it.

wine stains on new white furniture, broken glass on the floor, cigarette burns on the coffee table. "Can it be fixed that quickly?" "I've handled worse, Mrs. Blackwood." Something flashed in Mrs. Hargrave's eyes. "This isn't the first time this household has faced... unexpected challenges." Before Lyra could ask what she meant, Mrs. Hargrave continued, "About Mr. Blackwood's gift—shall I check with the mail room? Perhaps it was misplaced." The trap was obvious. If Lyra said yes, they would search for a package that didn't exist.

said Officer Stewart. “She has gone into hiding and has switched off her phone as well.” Maddox felt frustrated now. “Give me her number. I’ll have it traced.” Maddox gave him Lucille’s number, and he called his team to trace it. They collected evidence at the scene of the crime. “There was a hit-and-run case a few days ago right in front of your club, right?” Maddox nodded and updated him about the accident involving Iris. “I think these events are connected, officer. Someone wants to harm her.”

[flashback] Kayla’s being scolded now for a sin that she didn't commit. It’s because her mom's favorite vase worth several million was broken. She didn’t know what happened here because when she arrived it was already broken. She was right in front of the broken vase picking up the pieces just so no one will get hurt when her mom came that's why she thought Kayla was the one who broke it and scolded her right away.