Novel & Cerita Risky Business Criminal Minds

I want to say, but I keep that to myself, for now. We follow Vector as he walks us down the corridor with several locked doors on either side of us. I’m keeping my head calm and eyes focused on the route. This place is not new to me. I’ve been here many times before. Sometimes for business, other times for pleasure. The restaurant is just a front, in reality, this place is a safe hub for people like me; criminals, all kinds of crooks and dirty businessmen. It’s a safe place because not everyone knows of its existence. It’s not on the map of the world. It’s where people in need come to meet the people who can provide desired services. It’s where million-dollar deals happen and end right under

The truth was that above-board businesses were all about paperwork, far more so than shady ones, where literally nothing was documented and everything was in cash and no paper trail existed. So. The MC needed an accountant and for real, because it seemed that the three businesses were quite busy and profitable and the tattoo parlour was expanding. Before her two Decisions, Jo would never have imagined herself working for a former criminal group, but hey. She was determined to give herself a second chance to live better – and what better place to do that than among a group of people also striving to make a success of their own second chance?

I shared and his forehead creased when he heard my words. "Why?" he asked confused. "I am now handling the transaction for guns and explosives. Andrew Lim is one of my clients," his eyebrows furrowed when he heard those. "That is dangerous Atasha," he said as if I am not aware of that fact. I simply nod my head as if it is nothing to me. "I will be fine. I can handle myself you don't have to worry about me," I said even though I am being embraced by fear whenever I face members of inexorable vis.

Studying business during the day and beating the shit out of thick-necked cocky bastards at night kept me busy, until it didn't. Everything about it was dangerous. Each fight was riskier than the one before. The bigger my name, the more cocksuckers who wanted a piece of me. It worked until the day Oren's world and mine collided. Cartels don't limit their investments to illegal drugs. I came out alive, barely. The other guy didn't fare any better.

Cassian said and started speaking again. “We won't pretend we're not criminals,” Cassian began, his voice steady as he looked into Hailey’s eyes. “The dark world runs based on crime. It’s a place where the rules of society don’t apply, and power is the only currency that matters. It’s about control—whether it’s illegal businesses, underground activities, prostitution, drugs, or smuggling. Every action has a consequence, and the stakes are always high.”

“Victor thinks he’s smart. He thinks he can burn down Crimson Barrel and I’ll just sit here and watch.” He pointed a finger toward Leo. “But I know what will really break him. We’re going after The Iron Flask.” Leo raised his brows. “That’s his private club.” Nicholas nodded. “Exactly. That place is his pride. He meets his clients there. He does secret business there. It’s where he feels safe.” Dallas leaned forward. “That place is always protected. Lots of guards.” Nicholas replied with a low voice. “That’s why it will hurt more. It will shake him. If we burn down The Iron Flask, he’ll know no place is safe. His men will start to doubt him. His clients will run without even looking back.”

His only flaw was the rumors that he’s an undercover thug. But of course, nobody believed it, and perhaps that’s why Larisa thought if she could really find the proof and cover a story, she’d be a failure no more. Her article would draw people in like candy did kids, it would sell and her history of being broke and unsuccessful would vanish for at least a time, but that was the stupidest mistake she’d ever made in her life. She shouldn’t have gone to that damn club and when she spotted Chase Santiago; a criminal who had been indicted multiple times with Julian in the exclusive wing, she shouldn’t have taken pictures.

“And I don’t care. I’m not a matchmaker. I’m a businessman.” She spat on the ground, close to my shoes. “Businessman? Is that what they call the mafia these days?” My smile faded. “Be careful with your words.” “I know a criminal when I see one,” she shot back. “With your Italian ties and your money? I didn’t need to research a damn thing to figure it out.” That made me laugh, low and genuine. “Then you should also know this: nothing binds criminals together better than a shared crime. Your silence means my silence.”

He must have been feeling ashamed of what he was saying. "Bullets? Is that legal?" Raymond moved closer to him. He would like to hear more. "It is legal. It is just a kind of business you won't want your family know you are involved in it. Because your competitors and clients are daredevil, wicked people who lacked respect for humanity, ethics or morality. Except that, it is a very profitable business" Mayor Mount explained further. It seemed he had wanted to tell someone about it for a long time. "People like Mr. Cypher?" Raymond recollected how much he had hated within the few days he just knew him. Being in the midst of such people only meant Mayor Mount was also one of them, bad and wick

Stev must have thought that he could handle things well. Ellen sighed softly, the girl was not unaware that Stev's strength was so great. However, behind Stev's strength, there are many enemies who are aiming for the man's life. Not just one or two black organizations, but the multitude of those who wanted Stev dead scattered throughout the country. And this is one of the biggest risks to becoming a mafia. They must be prepared to die at any time at the hands of the enemy. And it worried Ellen, even though the girl knew that being Stevens would also be in jeopardy. However Ellen did not mind that. Instead, she hopes to die protecting the man. However, Ellen would not be able to accept it if