Novel & Cerita Risky Business Criminal Minds

This son of a bitch thought he could come here and survive the torture? Did he think he could die before he paid me my money? I waited until Lott got closer to Cooley. Then I shot. One shot on the floor. I walked in. “Boss,” one of his men spat, panic lacing his voice. “That’s the bastard from the Dark Horse Society who saved him yesterday.” Another chimed in, “He probably already screwed him.” Lott sneered. “So he’s already dirty? Well, good. Take him. Go screw him with your brothers on the same level as you until he stops breathing.”

Once the money started rolling in, she never questioned it. After all, what she doesn't know won't kill her. So as long as they're all protected and safe, that's all that matters. Entering the dark world of business was easier than expected. If humans aren't getting sex, then they're gambling. And when they lose and can't seem to get the high the games once gave them, they turn to drugs. They dig themselves deeper into a hole, and somebody has to come out and collect. The rich seem to indulge in all three, sometimes, all at once. So I found the biggest, roughest guys of the pack and added them to my crew. I pitched my ideas to the richest and dirtiest of the humans, and it all fell into plac

Harley couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with trepidation, she had always been drawn to danger, to the adrenaline rush that came with living on the wrong side of the law, and now, alongside the mafia king, she had found her purpose, As the night wore on, the duo navigated the intricate web of the criminal underworld, “Harley dodged them, and hide herself somewhere, and at the end of the underworld's operation, Harley came out with the briefcase, Vivian was astonished as she saw Vivian again with the briefcase, They encountered rival gangs, law enforcement authorities, and individuals desperate enough to sell their souls for a taste of power, through each encounter, Harley pr

"I’ve wanted you since then. I would’ve had you right there if I hadn’t remembered my purpose." The heat in my cheeks wasn’t from the sun anymore. "And what purpose is that?" "My job. It’s tied to my job," he said, cutting me off before I could ask more. "Don’t ask about it. I’ll tell you one day when it’s time, without you having to ask." "And when you said you weren’t a good person, that’s about your job too?" I pressed. He nodded again. Wait—was he some kind of criminal? Probably. Come on, Leandra, he’s the same guy who’s had gunfights in front of you. My subconscious wasn’t wrong.

I said while still laughing. "He was aggressive. Another reason is, he is a freaking mafia." I finally stopped laughing. I looked her straight in the eyes, looking if she was kidding or not. But, she looked deadly serious. "I saw him earlier that night having a business deal related to guns with our regular customer. My other co-workers knew him and that is how I found out that he is a freaking mafia. People like him are dangerous, you know. They work on the black market and in the underworld. Someone like him is a kind of heartless criminal. I can't risk my life even if this seems pointless and going nowhere. I still love myself." She said before she finished her food.

/THIRTY MINUTES AGO/ Three in the morning wasn't a bad time to do shady business. It was said in the Bible that the wicked loved the night because they believed the world couldn't see them. The same thing applied to criminal organizations like the Mafia, the drug cartel, terrorists, robbers, you name them. It was something Lucien had come to understand since he also —not once but multiple times performed such shady business in the past. "At least ten trucks..." Jim, the chief of police said as he passed the binoculars to Lucien who had been studying the street for an hour now.

"You really shouldn’t know, I don’t know if you can handle going deep into the gory details" Somehow, it sounded like he was worried about me and I really shouldn’t venture into it but I shrugged the thought off. I want to know the kind of criminal I was dealing with. "Trust me, I've seen worse" I tried to sound as convincing as I could even though my heart was hammering at the thought of learning something horrible about the murder. "are you sure?"

"Listen up, kid, you're about to die at the hands of the Reckless Brothers!" Woody narrowed his eyes slightly. He had heard of the name "Reckless Brothers" back when he was in prison. But they were nothing but desperate criminals. For the sake of money, they were willing to commit all sorts of heinous crimes, including killing people and stealing! In just a few years, their hands were stained with the blood of dozens of innocent people. Slimbuckets was a lecherous man, and countless women had been raped and assaulted by him. Meanwhile, Lil' Shorty was a drunkard who'd go berserk when drunk and would ruthlessly take advantage of his strength to hurt innocent people.

He then slammed the table hard when the worst images flickered across his mind—his tesoro and piccolo. Vincenzo was a ferocious beast. When he was the underboss, before Rico, he had murdered over 200 people and he would often freeze his victim so the time of death was difficult to determine and this was what earned him the nickname 'The Iceman'. Xavier had never acknowledged his way of doing things but Vincenzo was good at what he did and it earned him the title, until he decided that he wanted his own empire.

"Forty percent. I'm taking all the risk." "Fifty percent or I don't provide the distraction you need." Tom extends a hand. "Fifty percent. Deal." We shake. Another business arrangement in the Rookeries. Everyone profiting from everyone else's misery. That's how the underworld works. The fight below ends. Another corpse. I make a note to call Silas. Business is very good. TOM I leave Bill's warehouse and head deeper into the Rookeries. Whitechapel, Shadwell, Limehouse. The areas where packless wolves cluster, where vampires don't patrol, where humans know not to go after dark.