Grand Theft Auto 5 By The Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

ROXY'S POV "Hello." I make my voice soft, controlled, and cold as the storm raging outside. "Remember that favor you owe me?" There is silence on the line. Then, "I remember." "I am cashing it in. Right now." Another pause. "What do you need?" I look out the window, watching lightning split the sky. Miles is out there, racing through this storm toward the woman who has always had everything I wanted. "There is a car on the road tonight," I say. "Heading from Riverton toward Snowfall. A black SUV, Snowfall Pack plates. The driver is Alpha Miles Mondragon."

My silence only seemed to please Jonathan Zane because a trace of satisfaction flickered in his eyes before he covered it up with a look of righteous disappointment. "I was trying to handle this quietly and give you some dignity, but clearly that was wasted on you," he said. "Stealing your own mother-in-law's gold bracelet? That's a new low, even for you. Maybe it's better this way. At least Victoria gets to see your true colors." I kept my eyes on him as I explained, "I did go to the police station that day, but I went there for—"

I drove with speed to a lonely place and got out of my car. I hid in a hidden corner and waited to see if the car would follow and it did. When the driver in the car saw that my car was parked and abandoned, he got out of his car and another man got out of the passenger seat. I sneaked up from the back and tackled one of the men. The other noticed when his partner cried for help. He pulled out his gun and pointed at me. But when he saw who I was, he froze, hiding his gun. I recognized him.

"I was still thinking of how I was going to explain to you, how I had managed to illegally obtain it the day before you brought Katerina home, because I had disobeyed your order. But I have had this strange curiosity to know what was hidden inside the mini cupboard that you permitted no one to access for a long time now. I took out the book with the records in it and locked it back and left the key where I had stolen it from, so you wouldn't suspect anything on time. And as for how I was able to shift in the presence of the rogues with the book still in my possession, I had secretly tossed it to a corner before shifting, while Katerina and the rogues' leader were about to start fighting and

I didn't look back. The parking lot was small, enclosed by a chain-link fence. There were a few nondescript sedans and, blessedly, two motorcycles parked near the gate. One of them—a beat-up Yamaha—had keys dangling in the ignition. Thank you, Noah, for the crash course in grand theft auto. I swung my leg over the seat, my hands shaking so badly I fumbled the ignition twice. Finally, the engine roared to life. I kicked the stand up and peeled out of the lot just as the back door of the building flew open.

He’d already been in bed with them, working angles all along. But Alonzo’s name never appeared. Not once. I followed Victor’s order. I burned the pages until the ashes curled, black flakes turning to smoke. Then, restless, I walked to the garage. The red Porsche gleamed beside Constance’s town car. Sending back books was easy. Sending back a car? Not so much. I considered parking it in front of Xenos headquarters with the keys taped to the windshield. But instead, I opened the passenger door and slid inside. The leather still smelled expensive. Seductive. I dug the registration papers out of the glove box.

“Carbs are key for stamina. And you are buying since I am driving your family’s classic car while it still smells like us.” “I do not mind paying,” Anna says simple with a happy smile, and she places her hand on his thigh. “Thank you for this.” Zack’s competitive nature softens into genuine affection at her grateful tone. The simple act of her hand resting on his thigh sends a warmth through him that has nothing to do with the afternoon heat. “Do not thank me yet,” he says with a smirk, pulling the GTO smoothly out of the parking spot and back onto the road. “You have not seen how much I am going to make you work for that gratitude later.” His hand covers hers on his thigh possessively while

“But hating it doesn’t change what needs to be done.” The sound of an engine roaring to life jolts me from my thoughts. I don't know how long I'd been lost in thought, but judging the fact that my friends are back, it appears to have been a couple of hours. Moments later, headlights pierce through the trees, and the stolen car—a beat-up old sedan—rolls to a stop in front of us. Eleanor steps out of the driver’s seat, her expression grim but determined. “Get in." Greta hesitates, clutching Mia tightly. “Whose car is this?"

This one opened—someone had left it unlocked. "Get in," he said. "We're stealing an FBI car?" "Borrowing. We'll bring it back." I climbed into the passenger seat, my heart hammering. This was it. We were going rogue. No backup. No authorization. No plan beyond getting to Teterboro before the leak could warn Alexei. Adrian hot-wired the ignition—apparently a skill he'd picked up somewhere in his youth or necessity. The engine turned over with a roar. We pulled out of the parking garage into the afternoon sunlight, heading north toward New Jersey.

He pressed down on the gas pedal, the car roaring as it sped down the road, causing Mia to scream in terror. "I'm going to strangle you, you playboy, if I survive this!" Mia screamed, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and anger. Onyx laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he pushed the car even faster, weaving through traffic to lose the two BMWs that were following them.