The Big Game Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Mindy announced the game and everyone went frenzy thinking it was exhilarating to spike the night up this way. My gaze slowly swept to Luca's face. He never would approve of this. He sat there with his drink in his hand, his cold and intense gaze fixated me. I couldn't disrespect him this way but then, I'd give up anything including my dignity and job to be a hundred feet closer to Damien. "Every card has a humiliating act you have to perform," Cathy spoke into the mic when Mindy left the floor to her, "This game is a perfect blend of body shot roulette and dirty charades, giving us the best of both worlds in one go."

They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

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.

written on it, a scary smirk appeared on his face. Who doesn't know him? He used to play mind games and scary puzzles with his opponents. Once they manage to connect the dots, it's mental or brain issues and always ends up in a psychiatric hospital! He gives them puzzles according to what he has prepared for them. But wait....this person... He hacked all the security CCTVs, no fingerprints or footprints.... Taking the pen meant for Jenna… It's registered already, the person must have known... Archie glanced at Jenna. Is it a coincidence or he's just overthinking?.

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!”

It was a high-stakes game, where one wrong move could have dire consequences, but we were willing to risk it all to bring down the man who had tormented us. The stage was set, and the world would soon witness the unmasking of Mr. Smith's true nature. Our actions would reverberate through the halls of power, sending shockwaves through the criminal underworld. But as we embarked on this dangerous journey, we knew that our lives would never be the same again. The shadows we had uncovered would forever leave their mark on our souls.

“What’s there to talk about with a bunch of scumbags who are worse than animals? They can’t get an erection now! Of course they’ll think of harming others!” The soundproof card was used for the entire scene, isolating the scene and the sound of the outside world. At this moment, Jack stood under the tree coldly, listening to their conversation. His gaze was gloomy as he sent the next game. The monitor flashed an announcement. The seventh game was completed, and the eighth countdown began. At the New York Police Department, in the office of the Zero Major Crimes Unit… Everyone’s gaze fell on Ross, wanting to see what decision he would make. They could choose the most difficult game, but Ross

he managed to maintain a sweet voice and smile despite how his stomach was churning in fear and dread. He was a criminal now!.. “I’m sorry sir, my working hours are still on and my boss will be so mad at me if I return to the restaurant late” Jenna tried explaining but Bryan cared less, he was desperate again – to cover up his evil deeds and get someone to impersonate his fiancee. Else, he'll surely be jailed forever. “I’ll triple your salary, trust me" he said and Jenna shook her head in fear, assuming he was one of those customers who took advantage of young girls.