Good Heist Books Novels & Stories

81) PEGI means Pan European Game Information. This organization is found to classify computer games in 31 European countries, Israel, and South Africa. The organization was established in 2003 and its job was to give an age rating identification after a comprehensive evaluation of the game. It is mainly divided into 5 types. They are 3+ (content for every period of age), 7+( content for players who is 7 years old or above), 12+( content for players who is 12 years old or above), 16+( content for players who is 16 years old or above) and 18+( content for players who is 18 years old or above). (Liu, p.82)

Drew stared at his damaged computer, feeling frustrated and angry. He had no one else to blame but himself. He couldn't ask Melody why she didn't remove the chip from the phone when the warning popped up because he was the one who had told her to leave it there for five minutes, and she had taken it out immediately after five minutes. He had lost all the important information in his phone, but he found solace in one thing: he had managed to take down the details of the Ferris contract, which had originally been meant for him but was stolen by Andre.

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.

Tiziano cocked his eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the bleeding wounds on my body and the ill-fitting guard uniform. "Is that so? You're nothing but a prisoner headed for the auction block and the fighting pits. What makes you think you're in any position to negotiate with me, Ms. Capone?" I met his gaze calmly and replied, "I have the Capone famiglia's biggest secret. They're closing an arms deal with the Madrigal cartel—a market you've always been eyeing. I have their transport routes and their bottom-line price, but more importantly, I know exactly where the famiglia's illicit ledger is hidden."

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

But now… it was Theo? It didn’t make sense. Theo was the weakest of all of them—physically and emotionally. Why would he steal the will? And more importantly, why hadn’t he told the others? My brows furrowed as suspicion settled in my chest like a lead weight. He’s hiding something. Theo wasn’t just being careless. He had a reason for keeping that will to himself. Maybe he thought it could give him leverage later, or maybe… he had his own twisted little plan. Something he didn’t want Luca or their mother to know.

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

"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."

"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."

In the end, I would still die. Just before being pushed into the police car, something suddenly came to mind. "Wait. I want to do one more thing. I need to make a call. Please, just one call. After that, I’ll go with you." My knowledge of Isaac being stashed in the morgue didn’t come from anything Corinne claimed. Instead, it was because the camera angle on the phone was too narrow to show the whole space. I had actually overheard Isaac’s voice while he was in hiding, punctuated by the sound of a telephone conversation.