Selling Crime Novels & Stories

They never miss with this one, they know how to do the business fast. Some of these women are runaways, some are cons. We have different ways of gathering them. There are fewer women being auctioned off this time. For the past years, we’ve sold thousands of women to our valued and loyal clients, along with the equipment they ordered. I made them as a souvenir, most importantly for those clients who always purchase large amounts of drugs. We sell in different parts of the world. We always change our names, our occupations, bank accounts, passports, and other valid IDs. We are the largest group in this business. No one wants to mess with us. We have it all. We even have justice in our hands.

"I don't even know where to start, Judy, I've been a literal fool and I just want to disappear from this world." "You can always come home, Carl, please come back home." Judy pleaded. "You and I know that's not going to happen." I said sniffing. "What do you mean by not going to happen?" Judy ignorantly asked. "Dad sold me, or should I say contracted me, to Leonardo De Luca in exchange for his debt." I said, wiping tears from my eyes. "To the Leonardo De Luca? No, he didn't." Judy said in awe. "Yes he did." I responded.

She pulled it out. Photos. Reports. Financial transactions. Surveillance notes. Her breath caught as her eyes skimmed the top page. Her father’s signature next to one of the known informants for a rival family. More signatures. Meetings. Crossed-out names. Dates that coincided with attacks, some on Lucien’s territory. No. No, this wasn’t real. But it was. Emilia’s hands trembled as she flipped through page after page. Her father hadn’t just made bad deals. He’d sold out Lucien’s operations. Over and over again. For money. For leverage. For reasons she would never get to ask him now.

He almost sounded hesitant to ask. I shrugged lightly. "Deal a little. Credit card fraud, when necessary or obligatory. Grand theft auto, also out of necessity or obligation. I've had my share-with, well the weapons market, identity theft, forgery, and the likes." Dean's eyes widened. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. "Would you happen to have any painkillers?" I asked when he hadn't said anything. "My limbs feel like they're dying, literal muscle death."

I watched the screen as Chloe, who had always been conservative, went all out to please Jason. The background was filled with the sound of movement and a woman’s suppressed moans. Jason breathed heavily and asked, “Chloe, who’s better? Me or Shawn?” Chloe’s raspy voice came through, filled with overwhelming pleasure. “Jason, he can’t even compare to you.” Jason’s face revealed unrestrained arrogance and satisfaction. “Since Shawn can’t behave himself, why not sell him to the black market so he can learn some rules? That way, he won’t come back trying to target me again.”

Not knowing what to say… Not knowing what to do. “W – what kind of business do you deal with in the mafia?” I asked, gulping. “Selling drugs, assassinations… the usual. But the most lucrative side of business, the one that brings me the healthiest money…” “Is?!” I demanded, panic overtaking my body.

and then the seller would know you’re part of the game. “We never carried more than ten sachets at a time. It was just enough to be brushed off as users if we got caught. We’d run them to tricycle drivers, karaoke bar girls, even street vendors. We were only small traders, but those people in the above ladder touched politicians and high-profile people.

Actually, it sounded more like an accusation. It tickles my fancy and makes me bark out a laugh. "A mafia boss is someone who's in the business of- "Organized crime. Yes, I know." There's no smirk on her face, not even the hint of a smile. She's poker face serious. "Sweetheart, I don't do crime, I don't pimp out females, I don't sell ammunition, nor do I deal in guns. I'm only a buisness man." "But you sell drugs?" She raises a perfectly coiffed brow in question at me.

I run my hands through my pale blonde hair and sigh. Most people assume that our family deals in human trafficking, drugs, and prostitution. We don't mess with any of those. I'm not saying we're innocent. We do deal in arms trafficking, gambling, and money laundering, among a few other things. We have to kill the occasional person when they cross us, but that goes with the territory.

I yelled and fired over ten staff from the club today for the tiniest mistake they made. Rave noticed it and asked to go out. He said it would help calm me as if I told him I wanted to be calm. "I already owned a club; where else do you want me to go?"I asked him. "There is an auction being held today. It would be good to go and spend some cash; who knows the valuable item that may attract you?" He said. Auctions for Mafia lords weren't like regular auctions where goods were sold. The items Rave referred to girls who were sold off as slaves or sex workers to the mafia lords.