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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.

“This book isn’t for you.” “But I like the story.” “‘Like’ isn’t part of your life curriculum,” she said coldly. “Ace, this is a weak book. One that tries to make justice sound like a matter of emotion. And the world doesn’t work that way.” “It’s just fiction, Mama. For fun.” “Fiction won’t make you anybody.” Her eyes went ice cold. “We don’t read books that justify rebellion against the law. Especially ones that humanize criminals.” “But it’s not—”

I looked at the "Y." ​I thought about the penthouse. I thought about the "Face-Slap" at the gala, the thrill of the high-stakes game, and the way Julian had looked at me when he realized I was smarter than his security. I realized then that I didn't want his empire. I didn't want Sterling’s billions. ​I wanted my life back. Even if it only cost $4.12. ​"I'm not a god, Julian," I said, my voice sounding like grinding metal. "I'm a thief. And I’m about to pull the biggest heist in history."

He scoffed and pushed forward, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass cup. I swallowed hard, my feet suddenly moving backward. "S-stay back," I stammered, my nerves working overtime tonight. "The first rule of stealing, Little Red…” He paused, twirling the glass of alcohol in his hand. ”…is making sure the owner isn’t around.” "I said stay back, or I'll shoot!" I yelled this time. I didn't know shit about guns, neither have I used one before. But if worst comes to worst, I wasn't afraid to use it.

Violet swayed, and she caught herself on the edge of the table to stay upright. Her voice came out rough as she forced the words out. "Even if Mr. Neel really bought it, who would just leave something that valuable sitting on a desk? Riley, don't think you can trick me with a fake!" Piers let out a cold laugh. "Figures. Someone dealing in fakes wouldn't recognize the real thing." "Exactly!" Jim jumped in, eager to pile on. "Not everyone's like you, faking everything from your identity to your bags."

This place isn’t protecting the outside world from him, instead, it’s protecting him from the outside world. His bed’s got extra pillows, there’s a sleek set of headphones on the table, and there’s even a small stack of books that look like they belong in a CEO’s library, not a prison cell. I frowned as I flipped the pages of the book. The title says, “How To Be A Millionaire”. I didn’t know he was such a nerd for life changing books. Is this how he got everything he has in the prison? I bet half of this stuff he stole from the other inmates.

Nothing peculiar—. GOLDILOCKS. For some reason, that title stood out. Gold. Locks. These two words kept burning in my mind like they mean something. “Can it be?” My hand reached out before I could stop it. Experienced, my index finger hooked on the top of the title and pulled. Click, clack—SHWOOP! The entire row of books vanished at the blink of my eyes, and a gold safe deposit box greeted me. “Fuck, it’s password locked.” I breathed, my fingers running lightly across the keypad, my brain fiercely weighing the pros and cons. A grip of determination later, I’ve decided.

"But I deserved it." He looked confused. "He found out about the plan." "What plan?" "I have a criminal record, Nash, and you might be one of the best lawyers, but you can't save me from prison when the truth comes out." "Have you ever heard of the notorious jewel thief?" He nodded quietly. "Wait, that's you?" "How?" "I've been doing it for years. I've been wearing disguises that made me unrecognizable, and I stole jewels from the highest bidders who loved to collect them."

On the first page, the introduction stated: [The man who steals had been known as a thief, a gentleman of knowledge, a flying thief, and there are sects of stealing, such as…] “Damn it! Why are they all the same? So pretentious,” Darryl muttered, but it was not long before he was hooked on the contents of the book. The Cult Mistress was right; this was indeed an interesting read. The stealing techniques used by modern-day thieves were considered unprofessional. This included using tools such as using long tweezers to steal a phone from a lady’s bag.

I asked, sitting down next to him He had a dead look on his face, "I swear, brother. This is the most terrific heist I have ever come across in my life." "What do you mean?" "Here, see this?" He said, turning the laptop screen to me. My eyes rounded like saucers at the list in front of me. On the document were list of the stolen heirlooms and the ridiculous prices at which they are sold. I couldn't believe my eyes, these set of people are really crazy. "What the hell?" I sighed "If we are setting eyes on this. I can assure you, bro. There is more to come." Seth said. "Has Patrick called you?"