Novel & Cerita Risky Business Criminal Minds

And then there were the less public enterprises. Father sold guns discreetly to those who knew how to ask, and he provided manpower—bodyguards, enforcers—to the clubs and private venues around town, making sure that his business associates were protected at all times. But there were strict, unbreakable rules: we never touched drugs, never sold anything that would poison the soul, and above all else, we never, ever laid a hand on a woman without her consent.

After stabilizing himself, he asked, “You think I am a criminal?” “Let's evaluate. You threatened me, you had a gun, and you stalked me. Does that not sound like a criminal to you?” The man kept mum for a while, “People don't usually see me as a criminal. I have a respectable identity in the society.” “Is that it? What are you then?” I asked. He pulled out a business card from his wallet and handed it to me, “I am a businessman. I own XS.” “You own XS?” My eyes went wide open.

Some clearly criminal. "I did business with Lorenzo Santini. I knew what he was. What he did. But he had resources. Connections. Things I needed to grow. So I made deals. Ignored the bodies. Pretended it was just business." "I worked with the Council. Before it became what you made it. When it was still criminal. Still dangerous. I was part of that. Enabled it. Profited from it." "I hurt people. Destroyed competitors. Ruined businesses. Families. Lives. All in pursuit of empire. Of control. Of filling the emptiness."

Everyone glanced at Nikolai shocked, at how he had managed to do it. "If I find out anyone in this room has been involved in trafficking, in any corner of this continent," Nikolai spoke, his voice icy hell, "I will find you. And I will end you. Myself." He didn’t lower the gun. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, glaring at the Polish leader who had sweat dripping down his face. "We run a clean business. Even though we operate in shadows, we do not stain our hands with poison. Let that be known to everyone."

“F-Find out what? All we need to know is that he has money. His money is the only thing that matters. Besides, no one knows who he is or what he does so why should it be our business? Besides, anyone who is important enough to hide their name and make sure that they can't be traced must be very important.” “Or may be a criminal. Drug dealer, loan shalr, bookie, hit man, armed robber, human trafficker, drug trafficker, marksman. I'm sure you didn't think of these professions, did you?” She stood up and walked away. I knew that she was only to focused on the money but I guess that was why I was here to give me two piece. I knew that there was no way I would know the enetire truth because busin

Don Niko didn't save me from the hands of death only for me to betray him like this. ‘You already messed up. Retrace your fucking steps Thalia,’ my innervoice urged me, making me slip my hands into my bag. My fingers curled tightly around the gun, my heart fluttering with fear as I slowly pulled it out. In my three years of murdering people, I'd never felt so scared to shoot someone. Christ. Was this what it felt like to be dickmatized? I discarded the thought. I wasn't weak. I wasn't sentimental. It was just sex and nothing more. It didn't change the fact that he was my target to assassinate.

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm

"What I'm about to tell you, you need to keep it between yourselves right now. Ashley is a formality I'm busy getting rid off. Our fathers have set up a business arranged relationship between us. I was on board with the plan because I would sacrifice anything for my company and my father. He hoped that with time we would fall for each other and it would benefit a business merger." "That's messed up." Mel says looking at me with sympathy. "It's actually completely normal in my world. As I've said, I was okay with the arrangement because I thought I was incapable of loving any woman. I would have waited for the business to merger and kick Ashley to the bucket. I thought business was my one tru

"You called this meeting, Gregory. Why don't you tell me what's on your mind?" Gregory's gaze falls on me. He holds it there for a long, tense moment. Nothing flickers behind those eyes—no emotion, not recognition, nothing at all. Cold and dead. This guy's fucking unstable. I've deal with dozens of gangsters in my time. From straight-up murderers to psychopaths, drug dealers, addicts, thieves, and more. I've met them all, defended a few. I thought I knew the criminal mind. Until sitting across from Gregory.

“Best friends? I don’t think so. We have different beliefs, and we have nothing in common. He’s a—” “A criminal who broke many laws and probably killed many people. I know.” His face changed as if he didn’t mean what he said. He was right, though— my father and my brother were criminals who ran a powerful organized crime underground businesses. “You can’t get involved in this, Lake. You have to get away from them once this is over. You have so much to lose.” “I don’t care about anything if I know you’re not safe.” “You can’t—” “I can’t what, Maverick?”