Novel & Cerita The Big Game Criminal Minds

“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.

But still, the truth will pierce you and will drill deep into your mind, slipping through your thoughts. Serra felt like her heart shrank into the size of an atom, lost and then gone as the truth hit her like a poisoned arrow, painful and torturous. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Her mind repeats. Should she be scared? Mira is a Badblood. Should she hate her? She's a monster. Her kind killed your father, a voice inside her said. She's your friend and will never hurt you, another voice inside her said. She just stood there confused and unmoving. She felt a lump on her throat and her eyes started to blur.

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.

He thought of how she'd protested their arrangement, the vulnerability she had tried to cloak in defiance. How much if it was an act? To be honest he would bet on all of it at this point. The Russos were a highly competent bunch. Con men and criminals a lot of them. They would not escape his wrath. They would regret using his care for Isa in such a way.

“A criminal?! Hang on! I’ll call the police right now! Hang in there!” When Camala heard that, she immediately stopped and headed over to the phone. “He’s not a criminal. He’s just a delivery driver who’s here to deliver Wendy’s painkillers. She’s lying to you! “I’m Wendy’s aunt. Wendy feels neglected because her brothers went to watch her sister’s performance, and she kicked up quite a fuss. I was just lecturing her. You don’t have to call the police. This is nothing, really! It’s late, and we caused you trouble. We’re truly sorry.”

Brook grumbled to the man next to him as they headed to the spectator area. "But Zachary must die." His face contorted with anger as he spoke. "Without him, my daughter will eventually marry Kenneth. "His parents' power will be at our disposal by then, and the billions we earn can be laundered through filmmaking. It's all his fault!" "I've prepared a fun little game for him," the man, Ashton Conrad, said with a grin. While Brook's fury was evident, Ashton was excited about the upcoming game. The arena, akin to a cyberpunk underground fighting pit, was always the highlight for those seeking thrills. In this arena, everyone could become immoral.

What if he's an organ harvester? "Darling, if you wanna know about me, look up 'Liam Caruso', although I'm not sure if the million and one articles you see can tell you the full truth. I'm a billionaire sweetie, I got my money through a legit business, I'm as open as it gets, I have no choice, and many eyes are on me. So, no, I won't kill you and sell your organs or anything ." Can he read minds??? "I'm not interested. Leave me alone." I can't marry a stranger.

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.

POV: Vivian | Timeline: Monday night Monday night. The penthouse. We didn't scene. Too much tension coiled in both of us, too much uncertainty about what was coming. The weight of the investigation, the threat of exposure, Marcus circling like a shark that had scented blood—none of it was conducive to the headspace we both needed for a proper dynamic.