The Big Game Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

The three of us have a codename of the big three. We just took back the company that our family-owned. As we focus on the company, Max is looking for the killer to kill, he’s investigating behind our father’s murder. We found out that many businessmen betrayed our father and framed him up on something that he never did. Thirty seconds later, we also reached the building, only Magnus came down to enter there, Max didn't continue to come there. '' Goodbye, '' I said and we waited for him to get in there. When he safely got inside, Max and I left immediately, we went to the Casino where the big people were meeting stayed. Some billionaires, mafia bosses, and other criminals.

She returned her hands to the front of her stomach when the gunman locked his eyes on her belly. The gunman licked his lips eagerly. “I know you hate me, darling. You don’t really wanna talk to me. But tell me, did my game feel real to you? I tried to put real-life situations in the game, like your son’s kidnapping and the death of your husband. I wanted to make an action-packed video game, like Halo, Assassin’s Creed, or Final Kill 3.” The gunman paused for a second, licking his lips and admiring his last sentence. “The crazy couple who broke into your vacation house and kidnapped your boy were drugged criminals who were holding your son for ransom. But in my video game, I made the kidnappe

Counter-Strike: Dammit! Counter-Strike: Truman, Robin, Victor, I warn you, the FBI has arrested you on charges of drug smuggling. Be careful, if I catch you, I'll have you shot. Truman: Captain, my main business is arms smuggling. Captain, you have to believe in my innocence, I'm just a scapegoat. Robin: Captain, my main business is money laundering and online transactions. Please believe me, I'm innocent. Monster: What you said is what I wanted to say.

"You called this meeting, Gregory. Why don't you tell me what's on your mind?" Gregory's gaze falls on me. He holds it there for a long, tense moment. Nothing flickers behind those eyes—no emotion, not recognition, nothing at all. Cold and dead. This guy's fucking unstable. I've deal with dozens of gangsters in my time. From straight-up murderers to psychopaths, drug dealers, addicts, thieves, and more. I've met them all, defended a few. I thought I knew the criminal mind. Until sitting across from Gregory.

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

Letting out a growl she runs to the area, the bricked walls not so high but in the height where a human cannot climb, she walks in, the interior is the walls of separate rooms in different heights, where some are short one wall and some are two, typically like a maze. Cautiously she tramples across the bare land, her eyes catching every corner. Her movements stop, she steps back leaning on to the large wall...The sound of footsteps get closer... She jumps forward when a familiar man comes to her view, the man who murdered Philips's son, she read through the files in Mintz’s office to find out whether Mintz had known about it and as expected he did know, he knows everything behind the AIM’s c

He does, it's just not exaggerated ", I still don't know what he meant by that(murmuring to himself) Liam: A cool dude Ethan: Yeah he is chilled, we gonna head out anytime soon don't be making us wait for your ass. Liam: I'm almost done( selecting missions on GTA Sa.) The game keeps playing: [near the end of a huge police chase] Big Smoke: Oh shit! Roadblock up ahead! Carl Johnson: The K's jammed! Big Smoke: Fuck it, I'm goin' through! Sweet Johnson: CJ, we got the ghetto bird up ahead!

The perfect enforcer. You think I’ll ask you questions and throw words back and forth. I don’t. You think I wouldn’t speak to you, that’s when I yap about things that do and don't concern you. You think I’m about to pull the trigger. I don’t. I play mind games. I keep my victims guessing—I keep them guessing until they’re pissing their pants and begging for something, anything. That’s the mind game I play with one of Marcelo’s men who was taken from their hideout. I need answers as quickly as it can come, so, I am playing an extremely dirty game—shamelessly soiling my hands in blood.

I floored the gas pedal, my heart racing as fast as the engine beneath me. The longer I took, the more I feared that Cameron might harm Jessica. If he was involved in drug trafficking, it meant he was capable of anything. His heart was as dark as they came, and all I could do was pray that Jessica would still be fine when I got there. As I approached, I could see Cameron waiting in a secluded corner of the parking lot. Cigarette butts littered the ground at his feet, a clear sign he had been waiting for a while.

Having to endure a murderer and criminal ordering him around and acting cocky was an insult like no other. It had started with gambling. Like anyone else, the man wasn't perfect. He had a gambling problem. One day, his gambling debts swelled to an unmanageable amount, and he faced losing everything. It was then that Mateo Martino, the consigliere of the Luciano family, approached him.