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"The bags. I still feel the straps cutting into my shoulders sometimes." Robbin nodded, her gaze drifting to the window. In the reflection of the glass, she didn't see the CEO. She saw the eighteen-year-old girl covered in soot and someone else’s blood. The memory hit her with the force of a physical blow. The smell of gunpowder and burning rubber. The heist was supposed to be a simple "smash and grab" at the cassino which they later found out was a private secure-hold facility—the kind of place where people kept things they didn't want the government to find.

THE HEIST QUEEN BOOK 1 Intro; For seven years, Nadia Laurent has been the world’s most elusive thief. Known only as The Heist Queen, she has stolen priceless artifacts, infiltrated the most secure estates in Europe, and vanished without a trace. To the world, she’s a criminal mastermind. In reality, every heist is part of a much larger mission to uncover the truth behind her father’s murder. She’s closer than ever to the answers when she crosses paths with Roman Vance, the relentless investigator who has spent years hunting her.

He loved the game, the chase, the idea of having something Hades wanted, something Hades thought was his. He liked the way Cassie played him, too. It was a twisted dance, a dangerous game of push and pull, but he told himself it was all for her knowledge, for the power she brought to his side. He was using her, of course, for her secrets about the Russian mafia, about the old families, about the hidden wealth they possessed.

Andrew's smile faltered too. "Alright, no need for that," Marie interjected, trying to smooth things over. "That would only make things awkward for everyone." Just then, a maid hurried in. "Mr. Scott! I found your watch under the bed. I've already put it back in its place." "Wait, so it was all a misunderstanding?" "He really doesn't seem like the type to steal. Something feels off..." The comments trickled in, dividing in their opinions. Elyssa looked visibly uncomfortable. She sent me another payment with a brief note.

This was enough time for his curse to take effect and the girl forgets that they ever had a conversation. ‘How can anyone donate these books in such pristine condition?’ he thought. He looks around inside the boutique to see if anyone would catch him sneak them out. There are not-so-hidden cameras on the boutique’s entrance, but the recordings will automatically delete itself once he is gone. The set is pricey, but he knows he can get away with it regardless. He plans to make a run for the entrance – it’s a swift way to get away from someone’s line of sight, but it would be too conspicuous. Walking calmly would take too slow and he might get caught stealing, which is a momentary memory of em

When we reached the foyer, Maria was waiting. The two sisters stood three feet apart. The resemblance was no longer something Vincenzo had to manufacture with drugs and lighting. It was in the set of their jaws. The fire in their eyes. They were two halves of a storm that had finally converged. Maria held up the drive. “The Moreno Ledger. It’s all here. The bribes, the shells, the systematic theft.” Catrina’s lips curved in a dangerous, thin smile. “Nice work, sis.” Maria flicked a glance at me. “He got here just in time to play target practice with the foyer furniture.”

VINCENT MOREAU With them, our first big play was a heist. It was not the kind New York was used to, and the target was a man who laundered money for half the city’s elite. His security was top-notch with every kind of security that could be thought of—from biometrics to secure firewalls and armed guards. We were hard pressed to find a weakness to prod, but I figured it out anyway. His arrogance and the number of skeletons he had hidden in his cupboard.

A cold blooded genius thief that got close to me with only one purpose: hack into my computer, acquire the safe password from his brother and orchestrate the perfect crime of over fifteen million dollars in diamonds stones and bars of gold. He convinced me to leave New York to distract me from the investigations of the employers of the Center Bank and I only figured out I was used as a puppet when the son of a bitch ran away, not without first humiliating me in a drunk night and almost breaking my neck to eliminate me as a witness. I close my eyes and I still see him laughing sarcastically at me, after a few shots of cheap Russian vodka. “You really thought we were going to leave New York to

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“There’s a mole in the FBI, feeding information to Lorenzo and the syndicate. He has strings of crimes to answer for. Money Laundering and Financial Crimes, Drug Trafficking/Illegal Arms Dealing, Murder for Hire/Assassination Plots, Corruption and Bribery, Trafficking, Smuggling. A covert operation turned bloody and the FBI lost lots of good men.” “Touching,” her face softened for just a fraction of a second before hardening again. “But you still haven’t answered my question. Why are you sharing this with me?” “Because I saw everything that happened at the fight club tonight.” “You were there?” She cleared her throat. “Watching,” he confirmed. “And I wasn’t the only one. There was someone el