Selling Crime Novels & Stories

I immediately shook the thought away and looked at Vadim, the gas station was a front for my dealings, the gambling that made over a million profit, while those that gambled, losses a lot. They are high-time earners and addicts who love my product, it’s a secret whore house too, and there’s a motel all underground. “The gambling centre is doing very well, and so are the sales. When the cops showed up, we gave them the normal treatment and special package.” He explained. The normal treatment was bribery and the special package was selling out information of major crime ballers or those that the higher men want gone and locked up for ever, including the framing of men and fabrication of eviden

"No to have jewellery stores we'd have to have proper documentation of everything. Plus it's too risky to own them with too many eyes and laws. It's easier to supply some stuff to various clients who are in the market to make some rare and extremely valuable pieces." "Then why the telecommunications companies?" "We must ensure we don't have rats and if we do we get rid of them-" he cleared his throat. "Easier to track the people working for us as well." "So that man," I felt my voice break, "the one I saw in your study. Why did you... End him?" His brows furrowed. "He gave an anonymous tip to the police about a shipment that was coming in from Africa. I had to tell the ship to sail to Barcel

Miss that window and your heart would burst in your chest. That’s why only rich men touched it. Oil brats who thought death was a game they could schedule. Controlled risk. Controlled supply. Controlled by me. And this moron sold it like candy to God-knows-who. With no instructions, no antidote and no fucking follow-up. Which meant whoever bought it? Would be dead in under an hour. I almost felt sorry for them. “You skimmed from me,” I said calmly. “Resold product that wasn’t yours.”

When the door closed, the air was thick with perfume and the scent of new leather. Aria hummed a tune, unboxing and photographing her purchases. "What is all this?" I asked, frowning. Aria jumped, her hand flying to her chest. "My God! Why didn't you make a sound?" Laughing, she pushed a shoebox toward me. "New stuff! Look, I finally get to have things like this." The sight of the lavish goods was blinding. "Where did you get the money? Our accounts are practically drained." Still fussing with her treasures, she replied, "The money Adrian wired—a hundred million. Plenty to spend."

"Something... that even grandpa couldn't get..." These words impacted Tang Hao deeply. When the siblings returned, Tang Hao's expression was more conserved and he would glance towards the owl occasionally. "Boss, can we take a look at the techniques?" Tang Xiao inquired and Chen nodded casually. He understood two methods of scamming. 1) Selling cheap products and lying about them. 2) Selling a product for a value more than its worth. If a scammer tries to combine both options then the chances of being found out are much quicker. Of course, it also depends on the method of fusion.

Hugo just stayed a few minutes with her; he was mostly busy with the display and making introductions with potential business partners. Caterina was so proud of them, even if a slight taken back, she could admire the numbers going on the screen. She counted them until she couldn’t. Her eyes started to blur as the figures keep adding to the overflowing numbers as if it wasn’t any money game. People would watch the screen, check the descriptions and the servers on the tables would keep typing in their orders on the tabs in their hands and microphones in their ears. Caterina looked with wide eyes open when not only men but also women stepped up to raise the bids on certain weapons. She looked a

Madam Rose leaned her back against the chair she was sitting on, she picked up a box of cigarettes and started smoking one of them, the half burnt cigarette smelled strange, I've been in this industry for decades, just by smelling it I know what it is. “This is our latest product, are you sure you won't be tempted by the revenue you receive after the sale? Our profit on sales last year was over 500%” “We don't sell drugs.” “Oh come on, this is no longer a new thing among underground business owners! Why are you excluding illegal drugs? Oh, don't tell me that a Gruvv Dhurudatta is afraid of his own father?” She said in a mocking tone, puffing smoke into the air.

It is like a work of fiction, but there are truths to it. A powerful businessman double-crosses a Spanish kingpin, costing him millions. Blood is spilled, but justice is never served. I scoff, muttering under my breath. “Justice. What a fucking joke.” I scroll down, scanning the details. A deal gone wrong. Twenty-five million dollars’ worth of goods—vanished. Men slaughtered like animals. And the man responsible? Ricardo Borrelli. Of course.

He only uses me to sell these with young people because he was caught once and he wasn’t charged with the drugs, instead he was charged with sexual assault. When I finally got to the meeting place which was at an abandoned construction, I felt such a rush of relief to see the buyers weren’t the same one who almost beat the shit out of me last time. I just handed them their order and they handed the money without even saying anything. No conversation happened at all and that’s always how I want things to happen. Fast and easy transaction but that’s not going to be case most of the time. I once had this transaction with a guy who’s obviously several years older than me but was still stuck in h

"We sell substances, guns, and stuff. Hell, all the things that should be illegal." It took a very very very long time for his sentence to register, mostly because I kept thinking of the possibility of my father in a bad group right after that sentence way before my brain decided to interpret the sentence to my understanding. "What do you mean?" I whispered, as if afraid of my own voice. "What I mean is we sell dangerous kinds of stuff." "Dangerous kinds of stuff?" "Yes, like substances-" "Drugs?" "Yeah." "We sell guns. Cancel that. Weapons to people. It is a very big lucrative business-"