All Chapters of Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He was… impossibly handsome. No. No. No. That couldn’t be her first thought. This was the man who had ripped her life apart.His voice, surprisingly gentle, jolted her out of her stunned paralysis. “You’re bleeding quite badly.” He crouched down beside her, his dark eyes fixed on the crimson stain spreading across her dress.Tears welled in Claudine’s eyes again, this time a genuine mix of pain, disorientation, and a sudden, unwelcome flicker of… something she couldn’t quite identify. “I… I’m lost,” she stammered, the vulnerable act surprisingly easy in her current state. “Looking for my sister. I… I’ve been shot.”His gaze ran over her flimsy dress, her disoriented appearance, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. He was about to speak when a persistent “Hello? Hello?” emanated from his pocket. He frowned, realizing he hadn’t ended his call.“Just a second,” he murmured, pulling out a sleek phone. He spoke a few sharp, clipped words in a rushed English language she didn’t co

~Seven years later~“Well, folks, looks like we’ve reached the climax of the evening,” the auctioneer announced with a wink that was definitely not in the charity brochure. “Lot number twelve: Hope’s Embrace.”Claudine wanted to throw up her expensive champagne. Hope’s Embrace, her ass. She knew what was in that “collection.” Not some fancy painting, but a box. A gilded cage, to be precise. And inside? Terrified girls, their futures about to be sold off like… well, like very expensive livestock. Human trafficking, with a side of canapés.This whole night was a twisted joke. A “charity event,” they called it. A chance for the world’s most powerful (and most messed-up) mafia bosses to pat each other on the back while getting their kicks. The money, they said, went to “help the needy.” Claudine knew where it really went: straight into their Swiss bank accounts, funding empires built on blood and broken lives. And tonight, here in Russia, was their big show. Their “look how powerful we ar

10:00amHades wasn’t having a good hair day. Actually, scratch that. Hades always has a good hair day. But today, his mood? Let’s just say a hurricane in a tailored suit had just stormed into the estate.“GREY!” he roared, his voice bouncing off the walls like a toddler with a drum set. “Gregory Vancouver!” he shouted at the top of his voice, his polished Italian shoes pounding on the marble floor as he moved with a swift, barely leashed fury, a crumpled magazine clutched in his hand.He took the grand staircase two steps at a time, his anger a palpable force that seemed to vibrate the very air. He had ordered them to cease the torture of the woman, his woman, but Gregory, in his infuriating arrogance, had dismissed his command. Asides that, his brother had just pulled off another heist on him.Hades had received the news this morning, a slap in the face delivered with the morning coffee: Medline, the woman his grandfather had handpicked to be his bride, had eloped. Run off to some t

Later that evening, Claudine woke up in a strange room. A large, luxurious space, filled with the scent of expensive cologne and the trappings of wealth. A glass of water sat on the bedside table. This was definitely Hades’s part of the house.Her mind raced, her body aching, her head throbbing. Her hair, she realized with a jolt, had been shaved. It was short, brutally short, but… better than what Gregory had done. She still didn’t know what these men planned to do to her.Escape. She had to escape.She looked around the room, her eyes darting frantically. No cameras. But the door was locked, the windows high and barred. She peered outside. Men everywhere. It was already evening. She needed to get out of this estate, by any means necessary.Her thoughts drifted to her past, to the time she and Drey had planned to expose the Vancouvers. She’d just received a scholarship to study law in Los Angeles. But then Drey had died, the Simpsons had turned against her, and the FBI had become her

“Oh don’t look so shocked, I have the best team in tech. Talk for later, right now? You feel so good down there.” He groaned, still massaging her pussy, earning another involuntary moan from her. “I bet our audience had a good show.” He turned to look the wandering guest dead in the eye, as though to ask if they haven’t had enough.Immediately the people changed direction, walking past the hallway instead of down it. Claudine never believed she would find exhibitionism hot and sexy like this. She didn’t actually care if the entire hotel heard her voice anymore. She now knew this man was intensely attracted to her, purely for sexual pleasure, and she would use this opportunity to the fullest. To bend him. Whatever they found in the SIM doesn’t matter. Now she just needed to cum before she explodes.“Again, about the wedding,” he repeated, bringing his focus back, his voice thick with desire. He pulled his three fingers, slick and dripping, from her pussy and slowly, deliberately, put