Novel & Cerita Dance Of Thieves Series

THALIA The meeting dragged on for what felt like hours. Men in expensive suits talking about territories and shipments and percentages like they were discussing stock portfolios instead of criminal enterprises. I sat there with my hand still tingling from where Dante had squeezed it, trying to look engaged while my brain kept replaying the way he'd looked at Paolo. That cold fury. The absolute certainty in his voice when he'd threatened to kill someone for insulting me. It shouldn't have been attractive. It really, really shouldn't have been.

Logic be damned, all they saw was red. “You’re not a Justicar,” said one of them. “You’re just a traitor. So you can stuff your violation right back up your tail.” They then drew their beltknives and began to surround her with careful steps. Doleth eyed all of them, then snorted in derision. She didn’t wait for them to completely surround her, and instead leapt towards the nearest Drogar. Fire was in her eyes as she stepped into her dance. Her blade lashed out against her target as she spun into range. Her speed and grace was far beyond his, to the point where he didn’t even have the capacity to raise his blade to protect himself.

At least he was honest. His hand settled against her waist as the music shifted into something slow, and Sera tried not to notice how steady his grip was, how deliberately he kept a formal distance between them even as they moved through the first measures of the dance. This was for the cameras. For the Council. For every rival family watching to see whether the Dragon's control could be shaken by something as ordinary as a bride. Then a mafia boss from the southern territories drifted too close during the turn, his gaze lingering too long on Sera's exposed shoulder, and Arsen's hand tightened around hers without warning.

Looking from the man to the door, Reena knew her mission was almost finished, now all she had to do was keep the man standing between her and her freedom intrigued enough to let her slip through his fingers. “Me?” Reena asked with a provocative little smirk, “Well I am a Thief.” The man she had come to know as Mason widened his eyes in what looked like a mixture of disbelief and amusement, and Reena inched ever closer to the door. She had figured out the man she met downstairs to be Caelan Thorne, the younger Thorne brother. “Well well, a beautiful woman in a red dress that simply begs to be fucked in claiming to be a thief.” Mason shook his head slowly, “This is definitely an unusual sight

I sat across from him, untouched breakfast in front of me, nausea already building in quiet waves beneath my ribs. “For what?” I asked. “For alignment,” he replied, as if that explained everything. “Visibility reinforces position.” Position. Not happiness. Not family. Position. He glanced up briefly. “You don’t have to say much. Just be there.” Just be there. I nodded. The first event was small. Private. Controlled. A dinner with a handful of investors and their spouses. Soft lighting. Low voices. Expensive wine I was not allowed to drink. Chris’s hand settled at the small of my back the moment we entered.

With a quick flick of my wrist, I sent it crashing to the ground, its shattering echo reverberating through the hallway. The thieves startled, their attention drawn to the source of the disturbance. Seizing the opportunity, I lunged forward, my movements precise and calculated. With a series of swift, well-timed maneuvers, I incapacitated the closest thief, disarming him of his tools. However, the element of surprise had faded, and the remaining thieves retaliated with heightened aggression. Their movements were fluid and coordinated, their skills honed through countless heists. I dodged their advances with agility, relying on my training and instincts to keep me one step ahead.

She took her time, removing his phone, his keys, his expensive wrist watch and necklace. It was a veritable gold mine for a thief like her, and when she was done, she silently slipped out of the room, leaving Logan alone and helpless. Outside the room, Allyson coolly made her way to the exit, jostling and melting into the crowd. **** To Be Continued

"You. Stand up." Sarah stood, her legs trembling, her eyes red from crying. Then he looked at David. "You too. Get up." The three thieves formed a semi-circle around them. They weren't searching the house anymore. They were watching the couple. "So," the lead thief said, leaning back against the wall, picking up interest, "you’re a cheat, huh? Why are you out there buying jewelry for side chicks when you have a wife at home?"

She flicked her wrist and her knife materialized, flashing the moment light hit its stainless blade. Elena’s voice was low, dangerously calm. “I won’t be your spy, Vincent.” She turned away from him. Vincent’s hand shot out again, this time gripping her wrist so tightly she could feel her pulse pounding against his fingers. "You don’t have a choice, Elena. You’ll do what I say, or I’ll make sure you regret it. I bet Lorenzo would be thrilled to know who the thief was that infiltrated his house and stabbed him." Elena yanked her wrist free. “You’re pathetic. Lorenzo is an underworld prince, but so are you and yet you resort to cheap tactics to fight a war that is clearly happening in your hea

Another dead end. A snarl rumbled in my throat. "Summon the guards stationed here during the time of the theft," I ordered Kai darkly. "I will have answers, one way or another." Soon the two guards knelt trembling before me. I studied them coldly, weighing their guilt. The older one reeked of fear, while the younger man seemed merely confused. Interesting. "You will tell me plainly how this sacred relic was stolen from under your watch," I began, voice deceptively calm. They both shook their heads vehemently.