The Big Game Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Santiago loves to put people in shock, it's one of his speciality. "What do you mean by that? Don't tell me you are....?" Dera gasped, eyes wide open, lips fully parted, she covered her mouth with her shaky hands. "As Andrew said, make a decision now. Are you going to stay with him or will you run away because You've learned the truth?" He asked. "But you have a business, everyone knows you as Robert, how?" Dera still couldn't comprehend the truth. "Don't be a dummy Dera, all of these things are to cover up what I do behind closed doors. I won't lie to you, I'm a criminal and I love it..." He smirked,

“We are having a party?” “We are now.” I laugh as he began to drive down the alleyway to the road. “It is best, I think, to have our enemies and friends in one place until we can tell who is who.” He nodded, his eyes suddenly beginning to dart around, his body rigid. I felt the car begin to go faster and I looked at him with fear. “What is happening?” I barely had time to finish my sentence before Domenico’s large hand shoved me down to the floor and shots began to ring out.

The guards advanced to them, thrusting the torch forward, sending the monsters wiggling backwards. When all the Reapers are back on the cell, the winged Badblood came flying down again and sealed the door. The audience clapped their hands and their faces were pasted with the bliss of the carnage they saw. Leni stood up and clapped her hands. "Great show!" she exclaimed and the all the Badbloods agreed happily. Leni turned to them and grinned. "Did you guys enjoy the show?" she asked, her lips curved into a perfect smile.

The man staggered, clutching his stomach as he crumpled to the floor, lifeless. Mario breathed heavily, his eyes scanning the two bodies on the ground. "Never underestimate a wolf in sheep's clothing," he muttered, his grip on the gun tightening. He wheeled himself toward the door, blood still dripping onto the pristine hospital floor. "Someone get in here and take me to the rooftop," he barked. The hallway outside erupted in hurried footsteps as more of his men rushed to obey, the tension thick in the air. Mario knew the game had changed. Trust was a luxury he could no longer afford.

"You insane woman! You transferred your assets during our marriage!" Mom sneered. "Be careful with your accusations. It's illegal, you know?" Dad wanted to argue further, but two police officers entered the room. They nodded politely and asked, "Are you Thomas Harrison? Someone reported you for tax evasion. Please come with us for further investigation." Dad was taken away by the police. I couldn't help but laugh quietly in a corner. My laugh didn't escape the eyes of Yvette, who had completely lost her mind. Her reputation was shattered, and she was utterly disgraced. Now that Dad was arrested, she was on the brink of madness.

The detective slammed his hands on the table, making Marcus flinch slightly. “Wrong answer. That girl has connections, powerful ones, and if you think for a second that we’ll let you walk out of here without giving us something, you’re mistaken.” Marcus sighed, scratching his head. “You’re wasting your time. I already told you -” The detective cut him off. “You told me a lie. And here’s the thing about lies, Marcus - they don’t last long under pressure. So, I’ll ask you one last time: who hired you? Don't answer this time, and you would be meeting the boys. Their boots would get to know every part of your body... intimately.”

Not when I’m this close to ending it all. I watch, almost in slow motion, as the guests rip open the packets, their murmurs rising into a soft buzz. The screens around the hall flicker to life, displaying Dominic’s criminal record for all to see. The room falls into a hush as the footage of the news reporters talking about one of his greatest crimes–embezzlement and spamming.That one was especially hard to find. Some faces turn pale, others grin. But all eyes are on Dominic now.

And tomorrow, one way or another, I was going to find out who. I lay awake until dawn, body aching, mind racing. The game had changed. And I was no longer sure I knew the rules.

The Great Room had been converted into a game show set that looked like it cost five dollars and a trip to a party supply store. Two podiums stood in the center of the room, painted glittering gold. A large screen behind them displayed the logo: MIND GAMES. Elion pushed Cale’s wheelchair up the small ramp the production crew had hastily installed. "This feels dignified," Cale muttered, gripping the armrests. "It beats falling off a roof," Elion whispered back. "Just sit there, look smart, and don't answer anything unless you're 100% sure. Kieran is out for blood."

Somewhere far away, in a place she could not know, another set of eyes observed the unfolding chaos, plotting a path of his own. And the game was only beginning. Jake leaned back in the shadowed corner of the warehouse, his fingers drumming against the edge of the table. The dim light reflected off the glass of scotch he had poured, though he barely touched it. His attention was focused entirely on the man sitting opposite him—the one he called “big boss” but who remained a calculated enigma.