Superwoman Crime Syndicate Novels & Stories

When David walks through Christopher's door, Christopher's parents and brothers stand up and look at David. - Did you discover anything? - There is a suspicion. We won't know for sure until we have an arrest warrant. - Who? Who kidnapped Saphira? - A gang of criminals that call themselves “Black Widow.” They are involved in several crimes, but we have been unable to catch them in the act, and they always escaped. They do everything from selling drugs to contract assassination.

The three syndicate men drive in separate armored vehicles to the Imperial Crown Hotel, gathering inside the sprawling twenty-five hundred square feet of the Don's Private Suite. The raw luxury of the high-end Metropolis South District safehouse completely overwhelms Clark Kent, the lower-ranking Lane Crime Family enforcer suddenly realizing the sheer magnitude of the criminal consortium Rodolpho Simmons commands when he operates away from their home territory.

— I think it's good that the one who defends me hasn't been accused numerous times. — Now, here comes the light topic, you can relax. I did that to see your reactions under pressure. You have excellent posture, congratulations. – Miguel smiled, causing Catherine to do the same – But nothing I said is a lie. – The smile on Catherine's face disappeared as Miguel dragged his chair to his closet, opening it and taking a black thermos bottle with what appeared to be water from the side of his backpack, opening it and taking a sip. – In this team, we have me, you, Diego, and Rogerio. I'll tell you a little bit about the guys so you can at least know their names. Rogerio is an expert in solving mar

The people who made her birth a long story of sadness and agony, the monsters who made her this way. Throughout her twenty five years of living, she has been gathering information about them, but it seems they all have high positions in the Underworld, so she has only been able to find out little. The four gunmen who made her like this are top members of the most wanted crime syndicate in the world, called The Hunters. They're bossed by the most wanted man in the world, Godzilla. Their speciality is killing people and stealing their organs for sale, freaking organ harvesters, and their identities are top secret. No one has ever seen what they look like, but her twenty five years search provi

These people had risked everything—lives, careers, futures—to pull us out of the syndicate’s clutches. Tate looked up as we entered, his expression softening fractionally. “You’re out. The drugs are gone. Now we end this syndicate for good.” Elodie glanced over, her eyes bright with determination. “We have everything we need. The encrypted recordings from the labs. Physical samples of the linkage compounds. Your father’s testimony under protection, plus corroboration from three mid-level defectors. The International League has already filed criminal charges. Arrest warrants are active across three continents. Your father is in custody, isolated and singing like a canary to save what’s left o

And thick smoke immediately enveloped the apartment. Several men dressed in black, just like the people who attacked him, walked into the apartment. Kay could see them firing their guns. And Kay could see her two sisters running into the kitchen. A shootout ensued. Kay is like watching an action movie with Kim and Kyra as the main characters. He knew his two brothers could indeed fight. But they weren't as skilled as Kay. Kay's breath caught when she saw her two younger siblings caught. It's not hard to connect his sister's arrest with the assault she and Logan had endured. He was sure the culprit was the same person. Someone who paid him to kill Logan. Swarthy mafia leader, Enrico.

"Wow Peter. One million Grand." "Please don't kill me sir. I'm truly sorry." "Sure. I won't kill you. You deserved a second chance.." Radon smirked and let Eugene hand him his gun. "Bos..." Radon hang him out and shot his head. He hated hypocrites. The fuck! He paid his family's bills. The underground warehouse was something nobody knows including his fuckin friend Harden. It contains every of summit's fortunate. Things like that happens when the bank can't contain every of one's shit.

That too will soon be mine. Aleksei, my second in command and the closest thing I have to a friend, walks ahead of me while Enzo, one of my best and most brutal enforcers, covers my back. We can’t be too careful in this place. I did just steal Vance’s daughter, after all. And a contract won’t matter if I’m dead. I carry her all the way out to the car while she spends the entire time pounding her little fists against my back. She doesn’t actually think she has a chance of escaping me, does she?

The Name That Changed Everything Marcus stood at the head of the table, tension thick in his voice. “We traced the sniper’s position.” He slid a folder toward Damien. “They were already gone by the time we got there, but they left something behind.” Damien flipped the folder open. Inside was a symbol. A black insignia, burned into the back of a leather glove. I frowned. “What is that?” Marcus hesitated. “It belongs to an organization called The Syndicate.” The air in the room shifted. Damien went still. Marcus continued, voice measured. “They’re powerful. Global. They don’t just run crime—they own it. Drugs, weapons, politics… even entire governments.”