Traitor Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

She had to restrain herself from cursing him. Ryan Gonzalez, New York City's jewel man? Agnes thinks it's more appropriate to call him the most overbearing man in New York City.

And we sure as hell don't forgive. We get even. And we make traitors pay a price they can't afford. At dawn, I walked into the study and opened the safe only I knew the code to. Inside were all the confidential files on Vincent's business dealings—as his wife, I had access to everything. I took a photo of every single document. Game on.

Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

But what was I living for? Maybe something horrible would happen at the party, and I'd be standing next to him while I shifted, and on accident, I'd tear his jugular clean out of his throat. He'd never expect it. It would be satisfying, but then I'd be branded a traitor, hunted down, and killed by his cronies. Or would I? My options would be to die or flee. Fleeing would send me North to the Hawthornes, and they had a worse reputation than my father.

Starting with the women we’ve bled to protect. One word kept showing up, over and over again. Scribbled in the margins beside network maps and encrypted codes: Предатель. Predátel. Meaning the Traitor. That’s what they called the Camorra defector. Feeding her intel. The traitor has been unlocking doors we thought were sealed. We don’t know who he is. Not yet. But we’re sure of one thing, he’s not working alone. Some of our men have started to flip. Quietly and subtly.

"Will, Mia was your daughter! On her birthday, you promised she'd be the happiest girl in the world. How could you turn your back on her now? "Peter, Mia was your niece. When she drew that family portrait, you told her we'd be a family forever. Have you already forgotten that promise? "And let's not forget you, Jeremy. Weren't you the one who vowed to protect me and Mia for the rest of our lives? Yet here you are, dismissing it all as an accident. How can you do this? Have you lost all sense of right and wrong?" Tears streamed down my cheeks, but beneath the sorrow, my eyes blazed with anger.

A traitor emerged. From our own ranks!

The guards who fought with them. Which one was the traitor?

This was high-pitched and ear-shattering. “You….you are a traitor of your kind. I should have killed both of you when I had the chance-" she was cut off when Kael pierced the other knife on her body again. Their eyes both burned in anger and hatred. A flashback of how my mother stabbed my father filled my sight. The melodies rung on my ear, forcing me to shout to ease the pain. The waves came to me, I tried to go back at the shore until everything shut and fell silent. Finally.

A carousel of crime. "Boss, you sent for us." Lion acknowledged. Mr. Hodge nodded, and as Randolph was about to walk away, he stopped him. "You should stay too, Randolph. I've got something for you guys to do. Something important." Lion sighed mentally. Typical. "We've got a traitor in our midst." Mr. Hodge dropped, and immediately Owen's heart skipped. "A traitor?" Lion asked in disbelief. Mr. Hodge nodded. "Yes. I discovered it."