My Grandfather Was A Thief Novels & Stories

I snort, “of course I do. My mother comes from old money and my grandfather was obviously in the gambling industry.” He runs the tip of his tongue across his upper teeth as his eyes narrow. “Your family is in the Mafia, Little Bird. And your grandfather used his casinos to clean his drug money.” I tear my gaze away from his and laugh at his ludicrous statement. “My grandfather wasn’t in the Mafia. He didn’t have a cruel bone in him, and he showed me more love than my mother ever could summon in her pinky toe. If he was in the Mafia, I think I would know.” I scoff, fixing the bodice of my gown to busy myself, rather than indulge myself with his false accusations.

I pulled her to me and she looked at me. “ You do realize that kidnapping is against the law and my grandfather and Weston aren’t going to let you off.” She told me and I laughed as I lit a cigarette, “ Well your grandfather is a retired mafia who has certain people still looking for him so he wouldn’t dare come here and as for my fucking brother, I can make him go away with a snap of my finger.” I took a drag and looked at her. “ How do you figure that? You’re a small town billionaire.” She stated.

Just then, James, Sylvia's father, walked into the house and was about to walk upstairs when he heard Grandfather on the phone with Alexander. "Did you just say you were able to recover the stolen funds?" Thomas questioned, his brow raised. "You got the criminal who has been stolen from me? Who is that person that has been stealing from me?" Grandfather lifted his eyes and looked up, just to meet with James, who was just at the bottom of the staircase. He stared at him with his eyes doleful. "What did you just say?" Thomas yelled, his brow wrinkled to severe creases.

he admitted sheepishly, smiling at me. "I thought you were smart; how come you let a spy into the organization?" I squinted and gave him a filthy look. "Your grandmother is very beautiful. I never imagined her as a spy. Her rack was to die for." My grandfather was referring to my grandmother's breast. "I mean, boy, who knew that behind those sweet smiles and innocent eyes is someone who is a traitor and a spy?" He smiled while reminiscing about the old days. "Now I know where I got my love of women from. The old hag is more perverted than I am," I told myself.

“Your grandad has been in some illegal dealings with very bad people all his life. And when I grew up, he forced all of his children to take after him. SMuggle drugs, traffic people from across the world…. Literally, every bad thing you could ever think of. Because the money that came with it knew no bounds. My siblings, all 7 of them fell into his trap. five of them died, and two of them are in a mental asylum recovering from the horrors they did. That is why I never speak of them. Because it is a wound in my heart.” My jaw was suddenly somewhere on the floor. I didn’t know, until this very moment that I had aunts and uncles. I always thought my father was the only child as he always told m

“Wouldn't it be nicer if you just called him your grandfather?” Anger hummed in my veins, but I silenced it and kept my expression blank. “But why are you here? I thought you had a good life.” Cold laughter burst free. “Good life?” He leaned over me, his fingers tracing the column of my neck. “My father followed those fucking rules like a good boy, but my grandfather still chose the daughter who betrayed our name and tainted our blood. After that bitch and the fucker she married died, my grandfather suddenly decided to give his entire fortune to the mongrel who didn't even want Cartelli's name.” An icy smile formed. “But I will take what's mine. I will take everything from him.”

he said in an emotionless voice. The man raised the whip again, making me scream in fright and horror. "I meant that no one asked me to steal. My grandma was sick. She's the only family I have after my mom was shot! The surgeries required lots of money and I couldn't raise it no matter how much I tried. That's why I was tempted to do it. I swear I will not steal anymore. Just spare me this once" I wailed, jumping and trying to avoid the approaching whip which filled me with terror.

I ask, Sky giving me a smile before he and Alice leave my Study to give my Grandfather and I some privacy. “From that night fourteen years ago.” I nod, accepting this decision from my Grandfather and being to explain what Juden did. I left out no detail, watching as grief fills my Grandfather’s eyes as I mention how my parents were murdered. Anger radiates off of him, but he stays silent as I move on from the Rebellion to how I lost my memories and how I lived in the Slums under the name Allison. I left no detail out about my life. How I learned to steal and con people of Nobility. How I would pick locks and break into houses. Most importantly I told him about Latham, the man that taught me

“Grandpa just said it was him.” “That man wasn’t mine,” Grandpa shook his head. “He was a real threat.” My body turned cold instantly. I kind of felt relieved thinking no one was after him but now… “I didn’t send anyone to follow him,” Grandpa continued. “That was someone else.” My grip on Liam tightened again and Diego held my hand. “And if I could take him today…” Grandpa’s gaze hardened as his eyes moved between us, “So could they.” The words settled deep in my heart. That meant his abduction was possible…

Mo Jia looked at the old man before shaking her head seriously, "Maybe you should just go back to your place and take a good rest." Grandpa Tang was speechless, "Why can't you just invite me inside?" "Thieves and burglars do like to dress up in suits and pretend to be a gentleman. They often come around as pretending to be relatives too. I can't take the risk," She said while scanning the old man from head to toe. Assistant Rin: "_" Who are you calling a thief, lady?