Risky Business Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

The text message that Dakota came from Bullet (also known as Leo) was about the business that they had in the mall as the green-haired woman hurried her way to the arcade somewhere in the mall. It was crowded when the gangster arrived in the arcade. The people were enjoying playing different games as they did not care if people would say that arcades are only for kids—they are not. Arcades were kind of an underrated good place to commit crimes without getting caught since everyone would be too busy playing different games. It was a crowded place with noises coming from different machines that a person could be drugged in a corner and no one could really notice it unless they would actually s

The man took a slow drag from his cigar, then gave a firm nod. "We can do business." And just like that, in a small, unremarkable warehouse, The Crimson Lotus was born. A criminal empire with no boundaries—a syndicate that bowed to neither law nor honor. From high-end drug trafficking to the underground arms trade, Renjiro built his kingdom through blood and fire. Bangkok – Midnight.

I said, annoyed. "Yeah, I know. So can we get out of this boutique now? They're looking at us. They might be thinking we're thieves." And, as Raine mentioned, the customers, particularly the salespeople, are staring at us with questioning gazes. It seems they really think we are robbers, and I couldn't blame them for thinking like that. With how I was acting before and after I went inside the boutique, and with the way Raine and I were dressed, wearing black and brown leather jackets, black sunglasses, and caps, anyone would definitely be suspicious of us.

So I was sweating, working hard to crawl through his mind, asking questions, letting him show me the paths and memories and connections that he saw, even if I was unaware of them. It was proving to be very useful. And utterly terrifying. A network of men with power in their own world who actively sought criminal endeavors and protected each other from any consequences. A growing awareness in the human population about the reality of the wolves existence—the worst part being images in this fucker’s mind of the gleam in the eyes of others when he described the “resources” we could offer. Those were not the looks of men happy to sit on sidelines and simply pull in cash. Those were men who would

he murmured under his breath. Sasha glanced at him, her eyes narrowing slightly behind the mask. She knew these leaders were powerful in their own right, but they were nothing compared to the Hell’s Gang. "First, you’ve got the twins—Jim and Jimmy," Big Tom explained. "They run a loan shark operation. Ruthless, but predictable." Sasha nodded, storing the information. "Then there’s Jon, he runs a scam casino that pulls in a lot of money but cheats every customer that walks in. Then you’ve got Eddy and Kenny—they’re behind most of the illegal gambling rings in the area. Both are dangerous, but they follow the money more than anything."

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.

Cal asked when they paused in the stairwell. “I hate to say this, but we should be where the fighting is. Though, I don’t believe it matters one way or the other how many of us are there. Only that we agree to trust each other’s words on the matter in the end.” Alpha Richards stated, he was a businessman at heart. He could get dirty like the rest of them, but he was ruthless with his business dealings. Which is probably why he wanted to ensure they were on the same page, moving forward after this mess was over with. I knew the wolf as the Wolf of Bay Street. He’d made his money buying and dismantling troubled companies. As well as when to restructure similar companies and invest in them.

It's time to focus on my work. I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm a ruthless man with no mercy feelings. People call me Psychopath killer... and some say I'm a heartless beast! And they're correct with it.

“You should come see the new client I'm texting you about. Might be of use to you since he has zero acquaintance with the club. It might go both ways. Since he isn't acquainted with the club, no one knows him, so no one can get to him. But then he also isn't acquainted with the club and that might be a problem. Doing business with a mere civilian who has zero history with the club… if it goes south, then everything is on you.” I blink, listening carefully. “But isn't that too risky?” He nods. “Without risks you'll be stagnant, sweet butt. This isn't a place for cheerleaders. Old ladies have to be fierce and quick-witted.” “Think about it and take your time. I will make my research on him, bu

"Anyone who thinks they can touch Jane's company will answer to me." His voice was cold and threatening, and everyone in the room noticed. "Mr. Holmes," Robert said, "are you threatening us?" "I'm threatening anyone who tries to hurt Jane." "We're not trying to hurt Jane. We're trying to make a smart business decision." "By selling to criminals?" "By accepting a generous offer." "From criminals." "We don't know they're criminals." "I just told you they're criminals." "You told us they're connected to criminals. That's not the same thing."