Amongst Thieves の小説・ストーリー

Because they had guns. I bit down on my buttom lip when I saw a security guard being pushed to the floor, and kicked on the ribs by one of these masked thieves. They didn't look professional enough, they looked rather hungry. Like they were badly in need of cash. But that didn't justify stealing.

He then lough before taking a deep breath. "Neitherless they are both scums, " that's right, thieves, bandits, and pirate's are no different. They are all scums of the society who has no better ways of leading a peaceful life than killing men particularly because they want to steal something and take something from people.

Spasming and glitching, Gilda stood at her spot as three thieves went through her house and stole all her coffee supply. When Zen left the apothecarist after the fourth heist, he smirked in satisfaction. They were finally truly prepared for a caffeine counterattack on those blue slimes. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” Tracer and Gambler shared a look, then shrugged and followed after the shorter Asian boy.

The first thief laughed, “How about we have some fun, huh? Will your mama beg me to pay your dowries?” “To hell with you,” Jide screamed and tried to struggle but the third thief wrestled him to the ground and started to undress him. “I think she is a slave,” The third thief panted amid the struggle. “A pretty slave,” “No,” The second thief shook his head and spread Jide’s legs. “There are no markings. She must be a little princess. A nice little princess. I have never had one before. Let’s see how royal miscreants taste.” His laughter echoed through the afternoon trees as he laid on Jide. But the glee didn’t last, the thief pinning Jide to the ground had lost his grip, and seizing the oppor

"Why are you here? Were you following me?" I didn't answer him as I turned my attention to the remaining two. Leo was still holding his nose, and the third guy was staring at me with a mix of confusion and mounting fear. "Who the fuck are you?" the third guy barked, trying to puff out his chest. "Mind your business Goldie locks! This twink is ours. You don't want to get involved with the Serpent Gang." I took a slow, deliberate step forward, my eyes scanning the faded snake tattoos crawling up their necks. The Serpent Gang. A pathetic collection of car thieves and low-level muscle who thought they were kings because they owned three blocks of a slum.

The PI replied. " Well. Great then. " Mazov disconnected the call. He dialed another number. " Get her now. Take her to the warehouse. I will be there " . He instructed the other person. Mazov rested his head on the back of the seat. " I hate traitors! " He said through his clenched teeth.

For a moment, I felt lost. A distant memory surfaced. Back then, when we were still struggling through life together, there was a time when I was accused of stealing at a supermarket. Ethan grabbed the person who accused me and insisted on proving my innocence. I couldn't remember what happened afterward as too much time had passed. That was one of the few times Ethan had truly trusted me. Now, he showed the evidence one piece at a time. Mia struggled. She still tried to argue, but the police directly escorted her into the police car. My friend and I also went to give our statements.

Mona started searching crazily all over the world for this [Master Thief]. She sold the last of her jewelry and borrowed from loan sharks everywhere to put up a bounty in the black market for this person, and she soon used up all her money and became riddled with debts. After all her efforts, there was still no sign of this so-called [Master Thief]. Debtors started coming to our door with malicious and sinister labels on their foreheads like [Thug], [Butcher], and [Debt Collector]. They smashed all of our belongings in the house and pointed their fingers at Mona's nose while yelling at her.

“Now you’ve got me intrigued.” My lips curved faintly. “Intrigued?” “How does a thief know how to navigate corporate negotiations and contract presentations?” I let out a quiet laugh. “Just because I’m a thief doesn’t mean I’m dumb.” I continued, “If anything, thieves are some of the smartest people alive.” That earned a quiet laugh from him, low and unexpected. “Is that so?” “Of course,” I replied. “You think stealing is easy? One wrong move and everything falls apart. You learn to think ahead and read people before they read you.”