The Big Game Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Regarding the issue with the photo behind the campus, it is not admissible as evidence because the CCTV clearly captures Zella conversing with Brian, during which Brian is clearly seen requesting that she move to the back of the campus. Upon inspecting the rear of the campus, the police discovered some damage to the CCTV, leading them to conclude that Brian committed suicide due to his parents' divorce and intentional damage to the CCTV. Upon further investigation, they discovered fingerprints from Brian on the CCTV behind the campus. On campus, Zella went as usual, wearing a big smile, despite her inner strangeness and inability to believe that Brian's death was due to his parents' divorce.

It was late when I got home from work. After showering, I sat on the bed, scrolling through my phone, feeling exhausted. Suddenly, a notification popped up, and my heart skipped a beat. "Top Actress Regina Brooks Celebrates Birthday With a Four-Million-Dollar Diamond Necklace Gifted by a Mysterious Tycoon."

He leaned against the brick wall, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, trying to breathe. He didn’t hear them at first. Two men stepped out of the shadows near the dumpster. Both were big, dressed in dark clothes that didn’t look like regular customers. One had a scar on the side of his face. The other cracked his knuckles loudly. Aiden’s eyes snapped open. He straightened up quickly. “You guys looking for something?” he asked, keeping his voice steady. “Bar’s that way.” The one with the scar smiled, but there was nothing friendly about it. “We’re not here for drinks, pretty boy.”

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

[Detected Player David attempting to forcibly exit the trial. [Warning: Your physical body in the real world is dead. Exiting midway equals soul obliteration.] [Confirm exit?] The surrounding family members cried out, begging him, "David, don't be rash! Come back!" But fear had already shattered his sanity. "Confirm! Just get it over with!" As soon as the words left his mouth, there was no lightning, no blade. David’s running body suddenly froze in place. Then, it looked as if a pair of invisible, giant hands grabbed him by the head and feet.

“What… what else?” Nathan gave her a humorless laugh. “What else? You have no idea the hell you’re dancing with, Amira. The Dark Syndicate is not just some gang or backstreet mafia. They’re an alliance older than either of us, with roots sunk into every major criminal empire on this continent. Their hands are everywhere. From arms smuggling, high-grade narcotics, blood money laundering, human trafficking, underground auctions… even assassinations for the right price.” Her stomach churned, but she forced her voice to stay steady. This sounds familiar “Like the mafia?”

Whoever was behind it knew exactly how to get under his skin, and it was working. He took a cigar from his pocket and lit it, taking a long drag exhaling slowly as smoke curled around him like fog. He stared out of the window until the cigarette burned down to the filter. Somewhere in that city, someone was playing games with him using ghosts from his past as bait. And if that was the case, he’d play along. But this time, he’d be the one setting the trap. Nikolai turned from the window and walked to the table. He grabbed his coat, a gun and car keys from the desk.

I said, trying to rationalize the horror. "No, they have the Mafia signature on them," he replied. His tone was grave, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Cassius had a reputation, one that sent shivers through even the most hardened criminals. Anyone he killed bore his signature—a stark letter M etched into their foreheads. It was as if he wanted the world to know who was behind the violence, taunting the authorities who had failed to catch him for five years and counting.

the criminals said. Richard asked for further confirmation, "Are you sure they are dead?" "We have already checked," they lied. "They are dead and gone." "Good job! Expect your payment shortly," he replied. They both hung up and celebrated simultaneously. As they were making their way back to their truck, one of the criminals appeared confused. "Why did Mr. Richard not give us the money when we asked for it? Why did he wait until after we completed the job?" he complained. "Well, that's how Maxwell operates," the other criminal replied. Afterwards, the goons departed, leaving Gabriella struggling to breathe and lying in a pool of her own blood in the middle of the road.

Loud explosions echoed in the air as some cars crashed and burst into a ball of flames. Too bad. This sickened me but I knew that was how the game ranㅡ on the deaths of people. “Left, left, left!” I shouted, yanking the wheel as I hoped my team mates heard me. Ava. Drake. Tommy. Behind me, Tommy’s panicked voice cracked through the line. “I can’t—shit, I can’t do this, Slade! This was a mistake! I want out! This shit is crazy!” Drake cursed, his voice harsh in my ear. “You’re the one who dragged us into this, Tommy! You begged me to talk to them! You begged me to involve him for you to win!”