Best Heist Books Novels & Stories

He felt safe and secure when he was reading, studying, and holed up in a small place where he could study and think. He is used to this, not a tracking-down-criminal kind of guy. He sat in the dark, listening to his. Ka- shhh, ka- shhh, ka-. Every moment or two he considered standing up and walking out of the room. Everyone wants from him to leave it to the pro from unit 9. But there was something about the crime that offended him. Why will they be after books that are kept out of the world for hundreds of years ago, even thousand? It seemed that it is not even the outsiders that are after it, but people who knew how and when to come for these books. The officers will definitely be working i

“Perhaps you’ve forgotten you’re in my territory, Rossi.” He took a deep breath and calmed himself. Taking a few steps back, he began, “I know why you want the alliance between our organisations, Vitale. I’m not a fool and I keep a note of everything that goes around the mob world, everything about my potential enemies and allies.” My smirk disappeared, seeing the mockery in his eyes. He knew I wanted Elias. “Harm Bella and you can kiss Elias goodbye.” “It’s surprising how the capo of Outfit opened shelters for murderers and miscreants like Elias Morello,” I snarled.

"The man who was in your car that day..." "The doctor?" I asked. He nodded. Beside me, Derek quietly took out his phone and switched on the recorder. Mr. Gab closed his eyes briefly before speaking again. "Elian wasn't acting alone, he has been working with Lorenzo... the founder of the Blackwing Organization." The name alone sent chills down my spine. "Blackwing isn't an ordinary criminal group," Mr. Gab continued. "It's a hidden syndicate that controls drug trafficking, contract assassinations, and illegal intelligence operations."

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.

They were partners in crime, planning heists and pulling off daring robberies across the city. The infamous robbery that sealed their fate was at the city's most prestigious jewelry store. Laura and Tony orchestrated an elaborate plan to steal a collection of priceless diamonds. This diamond was not just any gem; it was rumored to be a priceless heirloom with significant monetary value. With Laura's cunning and Tony's muscle, they successfully executed the heist, making headlines and drawing the attention of law enforcement. But somehow, the diamonds disappeared. No one knew who took it. I knew there was one person greedy enough to steal diamonds that wasn't hers. Laura. Without concrete pro

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

I remembered aunt said and sighed loudly. I took the books I needed and shut my locker, I could feel their eyes on me, I walked over to them and they all looked away from me. "Hey, good morning," I said with a bright smile. "Sup, how are you feeling?" Chad asked coming to my front. "Fine thanks," I think I should tell them about Lilith, she might try to take them away from me "the best thing happened to me yesterday." I whispered-yell faking a grin and enthusiasm.

"Alessia?" Dominic Salvi was the Moretti family's lead attorney, though my father still called him our adviser. In old mafia movies, men like him were called consiglieri. In modern Manhattan, Dominic had three law firms, two merger teams, and a business card that could make a judge arrive ten minutes early. "Uncle Dominic, I need a few things handled." "Who was dumb enough to irritate you?" "Someone stole my membership card, tried to take over my clients, and seems to think my office building is free housing."

Like the police, every lead she’d followed had ended in a dead end. The identity, Elena Romano was born the day she realized that the underworld was where the answers lay, buried in the shadows with the criminals who held the secrets the police couldn’t—or wouldn’t—uncover. She worked hard and soon the name started to spread in the darkest corners of the underworld. She soon became familiar with slipping through the cracks of society between her dual identity. A lady by day and at night, she toured the criminal underbelly in search of the answers. Every heist, every contact she made was all for answers. Her fingers tightened around the locket hanging from her neck, her mind sharpened by the

If your best friend and best crime partner was killed. Catalina switched off the tv and rose from the torn out chair. In the pitch darkness, she smiled thinking about meeting him. It was close . She would be successful, she wanted to be under his name. For the world, he was the perfect businessman. The youngsters worshipped him like a God, for them he was role model. But for her , he was " The Pakhan " . The face of dark world. Murder, Kidnapping, Trafficking and what more. He was the king of all. His cold stare could make a grown man piss.