The Crime Of Being Small Novels & Stories

I hated two things the most in this life and at that moment I was having the two happening to me: first had to be small spaces, there was nothing more I could hate the way I acted small spaces and this cell was just that in plain explanation– The cell where I had been locked in was small around sitting in the tiny excuse for a bed and the dirty latrine at the corner every sight of it pushed to a limit I couldn't control bringing me to the second reason– Being confined. It had noticed this from a quite young age those time I had my first wolf and had to be tamed, it was that way for all social animals like I was partly a part of no one wanted to be enclosed in a corner or the same position fo

"Look, I know it was crappy what that guy did, but we...." " It wasn't crappy, it was a crime. And I know that guy wasn't the only one involved.” " Crime? " Savannah seems to have paled a little at that sentence. " 'In case you don't know, slander and libel is a crime,' I point out, 'and so is spreading intimate videos.” "But…”

Cassian said and started speaking again. “We won't pretend we're not criminals,” Cassian began, his voice steady as he looked into Hailey’s eyes. “The dark world runs based on crime. It’s a place where the rules of society don’t apply, and power is the only currency that matters. It’s about control—whether it’s illegal businesses, underground activities, prostitution, drugs, or smuggling. Every action has a consequence, and the stakes are always high.”

I added. "In that moment, it doesn't justify what they did. It still remains crime. And that includes the fact that, no matter how soft a person appears to be, a criminal is a criminal." I said, taking a sip out of my glass of wine. "Any more questions?" I asked, looking at him satisfyingly.

I hated how small it made me feel - like I’d slept wrapped in wolves and woke up in their teeth. “Outlaws,” Calder corrected, voice as dry as rusted metal. “Not aimless criminals. We live outside their rules because their rules don’t keep our people safe. We move goods. We move information. We take contracts - legal and illegal - that give us leverage. That keeps our people fed and our enemies honest.” Maddox shrugged, still trying to hide the tension with noise. “We’re also the sort who breaks necks when someone tries to take what’s ours.”

But what was this prank? "I'm sorry my little lady, I know it's hard for you but it was just a simple mugging that went wrong, there are so many bums in this town, definitely one of them tailed her and wanted to take her things. We are not going to start looking all over the slums and other havens for who committed this heinous crime; it would be a waste of resources. I send you my sincere condolences again.”

“It’s just sad to think about how desperate some people must be to resort to crime. I mean, what drives someone to that point?” The driver nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. Sometimes it’s about survival, but other times, it’s just greed. Either way, it’s the innocent people who suffer.” “I hope this doesn’t become a trend,” she said, glancing out the window at the passing buildings. “It feels like crime is on the rise lately.” She continued. “Yeah, It’s been a rough few months,” the driver admitted. “But you know what? We can’t let fear take over. We’ve got to keep living our lives, keep looking out for each other.”

I was going to put her in place the way that I knew that I should have done a long time ago. “Diablo, what are you doing right now?” Mom asked and turning my attention to her, it was the most painful thing that I had to do. I knew that this was something that was going to be drilled inside her head. I knew that she was not going to be able to forget it, but I also knew that this was how things were supposed to be. If I was going to harm her, then I was going to be considered as one of those Capos who could not control things. I was going to be seen as the Capo who allowed his mother to get away with something that he should not.

I don't really take in street hoes or anything, but the ones I have seen with other men in the Mafia are better in the seduction game than she is. And she's like what? Nineteen? "I'm sorry. If I take you with you I might be arrested for being a pedophile. You should go back home instead of standing by the road side at night. It's not safe for little girls. Expecially with that outfit. Someone might try to take advantage of you" Andrei advises her and her face gets red with anger. "I am nineteen!! I am not a child!" She says stomping her feet like a child.

Damnit, I liked him better when I thought he was only trying to put me in prison. He went on. "A minor incident, sure, but that's how these things can start. Two little sociopaths like that, absolutely no contrition for what they've put you through..." He shook his head. "You may say they're 'just kids,' but the sheer number of crimes they're implicated in now is too much to ignore." I sat up straighter. "What? What crimes? Egging someone's house isn't a felony, is it?"