Dark Justice (Croft Family Mob Series Book 1) Read Online Free

fact, so were the local cops.
    They all believed him to be crooked, and in a way, they were right.
    He was.
    The Croft family was breaking the law by helping people in the city. From the outside, they looked like the typical mob family. Truthfully, they weren’t. They were helping people who had fallen through the cracks.
    There was a reason.
    Las Vegas was a soul-sucking hole that threatened to let the bad guys run rampant. When Dominic Marianna was killed, the dirty element began scrambling for control. They all wanted to be the next power player.
    When Greyson was forced to resign, they were even more overjoyed. They figured it was an easy run for control of ‘Sin City’ .
    The joke was on them.
    As soon as their badges were gone, he, Emma, and Curtis took control of the empire.
    They were all over the media.
    They were the talk of the town.
    Everyone wanted to know more about them, including the people who wanted to usurp their power. It didn’t play out like they wanted. Where the seedy element craved the power, the Crofts weren’t letting them have it.
    They were keeping it in check in their own way.
    It was entertaining.
    The criminals never had a chance. Dimitri and his sisters were the best security team money could buy, and they were on the Crofts’ sides. As a team, they’d singlehandedly pushed back the mob wannabees, leaving Greyson the space he needed to rule the kingdom.
    And rule, he was.
    With the money and power, Vegas was theirs, and they were using that to their advantage. So far, they’d gotten their feet wet with some small cases.
    They were the ones the cops didn’t want to work. They were too small, not important enough, or as the cops put it, ‘they deserved the outcome’ .
    They were the reason his family was doing what they were doing. Justice needed to be served, and it shouldn’t matter who you were, what your bank account looked like, or your past.
    Justice was supposed to be blind.
    Only in Vegas, it was far from it. Here it was all based on who you knew, or the power you wielded.
    That was a huge issue to the family. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t what they had dedicated their lives to all those years ago.
    So, they were doing the job the cops wouldn’t even touch. They would singlehandedly help each person they could—for a long as they could.
    This was their mission.
    When the police commissioner turned a blind eye, they stepped in to fix it. When the new director of the FBI didn’t do his job, they took over and ran it.
    Frankly, Greyson had begun to hate cops. He hoped he hadn’t been like these men when he ran Vegas.
    If he was…shame on him .
    All of this was sad, since he once believed in the job. Now on the other side, he knew the truth.
    It was corrupt.
    When he’d resigned, Director Robert Lee took over. He was hardcore, took no shit, but he played favorites. Anyone who’d been in Greyson’s circle had been ridden hard.
    Special Agent Tessa Brass-Archer was one of them. She was on Greyson’s team, and Director Lee had tried to make her life hell. She’d been given the shittiest of shitty jobs, ridden her like she was a trouble maker, and finally, she gave up.
    They’d pushed out a good Fed that day. Tessa was the badge, and she’d die for it. Director Robert Lee didn’t go by her file. He went by the rumor mill that she was dirty and family.
    While he wanted to fix it for Tessa, it wasn’t like Greyson could contact the Blackhawks. They no longer ran FBI West, and their replacement didn’t give a shit.
    So Tessa was done with being the law.
    When she left, so did her husband. Doctor Paris Archer was an excellent profiler. He’d purposely bombed his recertification to be let go. He now had an office in a building Greyson and Emma owned. He was still helping people, and Croft was glad.
    A great mind was a terrible thing to waste. He and his wife were running a business and making their mark on the city. Vegas could use more people like the Archers.
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