Tainted Justice Novels & Stories

This time, I had just the perfect plan to draw out whoever the mole was. "Don't you think he will make trouble this time? " Devin spoke from the driver's seat. He was talking about uncle Nicholas who had sold our weapons illegally. Resolving the issue had been the reason I had to spend a week. Seven days away from my Brie. It had been utmost difficult. I had to live on my imagination, jerking off the last memory of her full lips around my cock. I didn't think I had ever been as eager to return home as I did right now.

Static filled the screen, then Donatello’s face appeared, hollow-eyed, smirking. “Well done, Talana,” his voice drawled. “You’ve proven you're your mother’s daughter.” She stepped forward, fury twisting her features. “You’re running out of shadows to hide in.” “Oh, I’m not hiding,” he said. “I’m watching, and what I see is a little girl still looking for pieces of a story no one will tell her. You still think justice comes from exposure? From fire? No, Talana. Justice is just another lie fathers tell their daughters before they sell them.”

Lucio lit a cigar, exhaling with satisfaction, "Once the Della Vera deal is signed, she'll be useless. All the work she's done over the years will pave the way, just for you." The blood I spilled, the wounds I endured, the loyalty I gave. All of it was nothing but a sick joke. Hatred rose in me like a tide. I turned and left before I could hear more. They wanted the Della Vera contract? Perfect. I would make sure they learned that anyone who betrays me will never live long enough to regret it.

I go to the table. The page is dense, old handwriting in two languages, English and something older that I recognize as a Creole variant from my archive research. The English portion is a full clinical description of a working called The Lover's Ruin, which I have read about in Beatrice Ashworth's journals but which has never been as specific as what is written here. I read. The curse activates upon inheritance of the Sterling fortune. This I knew. The compulsion layer drives the heir to sabotage genuine love through pride, cruelty, and self-destruction. This I knew.

I cannot deny that since my actions are screaming the fact. Well, I just really love my job and I dedicated my whole self for this. I did not study more than ten years in law school just to sit there and wait for the opponent to win the case. I'm competitive in everything. Justice must only serve the truth. And as a lawyer, I will make sure that justice would punish those who deserve.

The corner of his lips curled. He wasn’t himself. I didn’t need a torch to see that. He had to not be. His reputation was ruined. His power was stripped off. And his assets were all confiscated after a series of scandals about him clouded the entire world for weeks. He was charged with RICO as well. He was reduced into nothingness and he couldn’t live with that, clearly. Justice found him at last. And now it was my turn to clear him off this world. “Let my mother go.” I took a calculative step forward.

I was happy. “Justice” I say with a smile. “This isn’t a fucking joke Red.” He snapped. I look at the papers again. Reading them carefully. I was happy with the direction that my lawyer had taken. Indeed I was very fucking happy. “This isn’t a joke as you have put it. I deserve justice don’t I? When I was in custody you went on and on about how the families of the innocents deserved justice, aren’t I innocent too? I was wrongly accused and tortured because of that. Where is my justice then?” I spat.

It was as if they were untouchable, immune to the consequences of their actions. Frustration gnawed at Amari's insides, threatening to consume her. She had dedicated her life to fighting for justice, but now it felt like she was fighting a losing battle. The weight of the injustice weighed heavily on her shoulders, and she wondered if she would ever be able to make a difference. But just when she was on the brink of despair, a breakthrough came—a small piece of evidence that could turn the tide of the case in their favor. It was a bank statement, buried deep within a mountain of paperwork, that revealed a series of suspicious transactions linked to the Valencias.

Julian's pov "Max, go pick the kids from school and take them to the park. I need to take Ava to the hospital for checkup, and I don't want them to be in the house alone," I said, sipping my drink. He nodded, and I smiled. He worked for me now, I paid him one million five hundred thousand dollars. I now control all the affairs of Mafia in America and Mexico. The only thing I was trying to do was to stop the killings happening. A criminal can be tortured, or stripped off his properties but no body must be killed.

The cabin becomes a suspended bubble of tension, each second growing heavier. “He built a web of corruption,” Richard says finally. “Shell companies. Ghost accounts. Fake identities. Digital laundering so sophisticated it took years to untangle. It’s all tied to Victoria—and to you, through your marriage. You were the face. The legitimacy. The respectability. Victoria played the ruthless enforcer. But when the heat turned up… Damien planned to cut both of you off. Frame you. Vanish.” My chest tightens like it’s caught in a vice. “And how do you know all this?”