Heist Novelas e Histórias

The last two weeks' incident that killed her brother was enough to make Delilah not even dare to argue with James. THE HEIST "Your package from Harry Winston, sir," said a guard at the door of The Heist, Bryan Alexander's apartment. James took the package and nodded at the guard, who quickly got back into his car and was about to take his car to the basement parking lot. Grey was walking towards him not so long after. "Sir, the agreement with Ast. Martin is complete. We need to sign it!" said Grey through the snow and walked with James into the lobby of The Heist.

"We shouldn't keep fighting each other anymore." Her eyes met his again. "Our real enemy is Liora." Lucien slowly nodded. "I was already investigating that before those bastards arrested me." Stephanie frowned. "You were?" Lucien set the plate aside. "The hidden heiress of Starlight Enterprise recently returned." "Starlight?" Stephanie interrupted, visibly shocked. "I've heard they're one of the biggest companies in the world." "They are." Lucien's expression grew serious. "But here's the strange part, the heiress looks exactly like Liora."

"The bags. I still feel the straps cutting into my shoulders sometimes." Robbin nodded, her gaze drifting to the window. In the reflection of the glass, she didn't see the CEO. She saw the eighteen-year-old girl covered in soot and someone else’s blood. The memory hit her with the force of a physical blow. The smell of gunpowder and burning rubber. The heist was supposed to be a simple "smash and grab" at the cassino which they later found out was a private secure-hold facility—the kind of place where people kept things they didn't want the government to find.

And no other man, including Mazov couldn't touch her. It was eight in the evening when Mazov walked in his room. She was sitting on his bed with her head rested on her knees. He sat beside her and pulled out a photo from his pocket. " Your last test is to steal the pen drive from this man. " He told giving the photo to her. " Isn't he Mr. Rodriguez? Our Health minister.. " Catalina asked surprised. " No, he is a thief for me. With this, I will check your persuasion skills and presence of mind. He will be in Hotel Dalefess. Is it okay ,kitty? " Catalina nodded. She hid her smile forming on her lips. The task was so easy.

“Not now. But later… I’ll make you beg.” Promise hung heavy, Aiden’s cock twitching at the thought Silas’s dominance, the leash tightening. But Kurogane closed in. Silas signaled his crew: “Breach the warehouse. Grab the files, torch the rest.” They stormed in a coordinated heist mafia precision honed from New York back alleys. Aiden covered Silas as he hacked the safe, fingers flying over a keypad. Gunfire echoed; a crew member fell, gut-shot. Kurogane’s leader a wiry man with a dragon tattoo snaking up his neck sneered from the catwalk. “Vane. Your American filth ends here. Kane promised us your head.”

Veronica's POV I looked at The First National Bank of Atlantis and wanted to pass out. There was no way we were walking away with whatever the hell it was that the AAs wanted the fault. There was only a small group of us—Q, Marcus, and I—that would be leading the charge on the heist. I assumed. From what I was of big movies like the Oceans series and the Italian Job, this seemed like the type of operation that needed a small battalion of highly specialized jewel thieves, techs, and mercenaries to do.

"This is how you get it. Unless you had some other brilliant plan I wasn't aware of? Were you going to wait in the bushes with binoculars?" I don't have a brilliant plan. I don't have any plan beyond a vague, desperate need to know the truth. My hands are shaking as we ride up to the top floor. This is insane. This is so far beyond anything I ever imagined doing. I'm in a hotel, following my best friend's girlfriend and her ex-fiancé, with Sebastian Oberon who apparently planned this whole operation like we're in some kind of spy movie. "Breathe," Sebastian says, watching me in the mirrored walls. "You're turning an alarming shade of pale. Can't have you passing out on me now. We're at the f

"And what does the news have to do with your jobs?" The second maid stepped forward, gripping the handle of her bag tightly. "We’ve worked for elites before, Ms. Smith. When things go bad, it’s always the staff that takes the fall. I just got out of prison for a theft I never committed—three weeks behind bars before the police found the real thief. I can't go through that again."

Allison asked, then looked at me. Tito nodded before speaking again. "Stefano is my best friend, but he betrayed me. We had a business together, but he robbed me and took Annie away from me. He made up a story that caused Annie to leave me," he continued to say. "I endured the hardship for a long time because I didn't want to lower my pride just to get back to Adie. Until I couldn't take it anymore, I killed Stefano," he added, causing my eyes to widen.

interesting. The rest of the meeting had been a blur of pleasantries and veiled inquiries about pack alliances. But I had caught the way Jenkins studied Roxy, the way his nostrils had flared subtly, taking in her scent. He knew something was off. Now, as we stand on the grand stairs, I scan the ballroom. Alpha Jerkins wanted me to invest in his pack project, as our pack was one of the wealthiest. But I did not come here for politics or networking. I came to find information, to search for any trace of Rhea among the Western Packs.