The Big Game Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

There were too many people for Matthew to feel comfortable being out in the open, but just enough that he felt confident that Juliet's captor, or someone working for them, would be present. Most criminals like to keep an eye on their crime. They thrive on the feeling of the hunt and the pride of knowing they were getting away with it, only feet away from a pair of cuffs and nothing was happening. “You’re not supposed to be here.” A man mumbled as he walked by. He brushed again Matthew, making him stumble back an inch, but the man didn't stop. He didn't need to. The transaction was smooth and well-trained, and Matthew did precisely what he was taught to do. He placed his hands in his pockets

“You remember right? It does ring a bell right? If you care to know Agnes, He is at the verge of serving a jail term for life!. It will be impossible for him to escape this time “ he said without emotions in his face or voice. My legs froze at his words. Jerry had never told a lie or played a prank with me before. I tried to not believe it, because it would be impossible to arrest Big dollar. Big dollar was one of my sugar daddies. He runs a motel, sex trafficking, drugs and gambling. He hides under the covers of a security agency. He has the best of weapons, men and trained snipers. Big dollar was well connected. He had most of the politicians,businessmen and billionaire's secrets in his pa

Arlo has his heart set; he'll twist this in ways he sees fit to get rid of me. Arlo doesn't blink. He leans forward, folding his hands on the table. "The money isn't the issue, Raphael. It’s the liability. You’re using the casino’s internal security protocols and our vetted contractors for a personal vendetta. If one of those men pulls a trigger, the headline won't be about your bank account—it’ll be about the Thorne Casino being run by a warlord." "It's a distraction," the older stakeholder adds, shaking his head. "The board needs a CEO who is focused on expansion, not one who spends half his day monitoring a high-risk protection detail for a girl with no standing in this company."

I cried. “I am not worthy of your love. The culprit has become a thorn on our path of love, and I can't focus on our relationship until I expose him.” “Who's he?” I raised my brows. “Vincenzo Siemens. The owner of VS Corporation. The elite, award-winning CEO in daylight whose business turns into smuggling, murders, and real estate scams led by the mafia king by night. His ruthless nature doesn't forgive anyone. Vincenzo's also known as the 'killer machine' in the underground world.” Andrew's eyes were red due to the anger boiling in him. The name had tainted his professional career in the worst way possible.

“Completely. He did exactly what the Game asked of him.” “And?” “And the world did not know what to do with him afterward.” Her jaw tightens. “That doesn’t give him the right to…” “No,” I agree. “But it gives him reason.” She folds her arms, protective. “He said he remembers me. Every time.” I nod once. “He does.” Her eyes widen slightly. “How?” “Because not all winners are released,” I say. “Some are… archived.” That gets her attention. “The Game keeps what it thinks it might need again,” I continue. “Witnesses. Proof. Failures that succeeded.”

The cold metal of a gun pressed against the underside of my chin. "Did you not hear me the first time?" The man's hot, wet breath fanned across my face. My stomach turned. "I said get on the fucking floor, bitch." His dark eyes gleamed with malice. Some criminals were all bravado. They just wanted to snatch the goods and leave without actualy killing anyone. But the man in front of me? He wouldn't hesitate to murder someone in cold blood. He looked like he was itching for it. The drumming of my heart reached a fever pitch.

I should have just stayed back in my room with my big ass movie set. That was way more relaxing than this. As we moved toward the back entrance, a realization suddenly hit me like a sixteen wheeler truck. I am about to enter a literal mafia-themed paintball game—except instead of paint, it’s tomatoes. And instead of regular players, these are actual criminals. And worst of all… I have no idea if I could actually die from a tomato gun.

Maybe this was a trap, maybe this was a Ponzi scheme or the front for an illicit money laundering and drug circle. My imagination ran wild, pulling at different threads of trashy guilty pleasure novels I had read about women falling into a world of danger and criminal activity once they were approached by a brooding CEO. Though Corbyn Emerson didn’t appear to be a Mafia Lord or gang leader, he seemed too proper for that. And judging from the lack of visible tattoos that didn’t seem like the best conclusion to come to.. After staring at the small rectangle of a card that wasn’t even really a card more like a thin sheet of metal, it felt more like a credit card than a piece of fancily printed

He pulled me flush against his side, his large hand resting on my hip. "My wife is Andy Dufresne," Dominic murmured, a proud smirk touching his lips. "The Shawshank Redemption. I should have known." George did not smile. But the arrogant dismissal in his eyes faded. The mafia did not care about a clean criminal record. They cared about utility. A boss needed loyal soldiers, but a true syndicate needed a brilliant mind to hide the blood money. "Talk is cheap," George said. He turned his head and looked at Chase standing in the hallway. "Bring the black boxes to the study."

For a second there, he thought, he already turned one but since he halt the corpse beforehand he was now unsure of what to think. Stanley remained silent. The room was dim and there’s only a few bulbs flickering with light. Byul squinted his eyes, right now, he couldn’t see his face clear as there was a blinding light on top of his head. Just at that moment, Stanley look at him like a beast, no, just like a criminal caught in his crime. Thinking his alibi won’t be enough, he would surely try to reason out his crime. Stanley then asked in a heavy tone. “Aren’t you sleeping?”