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"Come on, man, don't joke around. That fried chicken cost more than $200. I don't even make that much in a day. I left it right here. You really didn't see it? "I'm just a college student working part-time. If that order is gone, I'll basically be working for free for two days." Meanwhile, Derek stood there with his arms folded across his chest, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. "You definitely took it. Stealing food just to survive? Looks like you really can't make ends meet." I repeated the same trick I'd used at lunchtime and had the driver verify the address on the order. The driver rubbed his eyes and checked it three separate times before finally confirming there had been no del

Kate was still lagging behind, completely oblivious to the gravity of the situation she'd landed herself in. Still in disbelief, she said, "Stop pretending. I don't believe you actually pulled together 100 million dollars in cash this fast. These people must be actors. The trucks are probably empty." I took the handkerchief Billy handed me and wiped the blood from my lip. "Check for yourself, then." Looking at the line of drivers parked outside the mall, I commanded, "Open up the cargo compartments." The drivers immediately pulled open the cargo doors. Stacks of green banknotes filled every truck, neatly piled from floor to ceiling. The sight alone made everyone freeze.

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.

Her throat torn open and bleeding out. How close I came to losing her. Cassie slaps a wad of moss against the wound. "Go. Now." Liam's fangs close on my scruff. Move your ass or I'll lead. I toss Lyla from my thoughts. We leap the river in tandem, the rest of the pack following. Ice water sprays my belly. The rogue’s stink hits halfway across—wet fur and rancid meat. Acid coats my tongue. Liam falters. Blackwood?

“You’re from Mystic Falls. Stealing is all your Alpha is good for. Perhaps theft is a subject taught in your schools.” It felt like he slapped me. My chest burned. Tears poured harder. “How can you say that?” I cried. “I have never stolen in my life!” He stepped closer. Gripped the bars. His eyes dark. Cold. “Was that why you snuck into my room?” he demanded. “Pretending to care for me? While all you wanted was to locate my valuables?” My breath hitched. “No!” “Was this your plan all along?” he continued. “How did you know my safe combination?”

Mr Ayden, my assignment, how much trouble I'll be in if I'm caught trying to steal a teacher's property because that is what I have been asked to do. I have been asked to steal a book. The same one I was reading the day he came looking for me and one that I know will not be easy for me to recover. Hells, I hate the man who owns it. Stealing something of Fredrick's should feel gratifying, especially if this book means a lot to him. It should feel like me carrying out payback, but it is also next to impossible. Who knows what security measures asshole Fred has put in his office. Security cameras might and might not be there, but apart from that there's locks, and his keys and the fact that I c

A name, Vantage Holdings that meant nothing to anyone who didn't know where to look. I knew where to look. "Classic," I said quietly. "Move it through enough hands and it stops looking like money." I opened the next file. Same pattern. Then another. Then another. I stopped counting at twelve. By file twenty my coffee was stone cold and my hands were completely still and the picture in front of me wasn't a picture anymore. It was a confession. "He has been stealing." I said it out loud. Needed to hear it. Needed it to exist somewhere outside my own head. "For fourteen years. He has been stealing and hiding it and…"

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” “Who am I? You’ll know soon enough. What am I doing here? I’m here to deliver a message from my employers. They aren’t pleased about losing their money. Ten million dollars to be exact.” Fuck. Sartorre’s men had caught up with us. I had thought we had been so careful and left no traces. It had been more than a year since my sister and I had done the heist on Sartorre. How had they even found us? “Where’s my sister?” I growled. He chuckled. “I think you should be a little more worried about yourself right now, darlin’” The man had no accent to speak of, so I guessed he was an outside contractor.

As long as I’m not exposed or found out. Day 17: This thief is a real piece of work. She doesn’t fear anything! She already saw me lying down inside the other room she’s stealing from and she still didn’t suspect anything. She just picked me up and returned me to Karen’s bed. Man, the bitch didn’t even wonder how I got there! Maybe she’s scared of getting caught since I am “evidence” that came from her room. It looks like this thief is really used to this sort of thing.

“You’re so damn sweet. So naïve and innocent, but no woman has ever sunk to her knees before me so quickly and begged to suck my cock.” Her cheeks heat up in a blush that only makes her look sexier. “Would you be stealing from them if they were good people?” “No, I wouldn’t.” “So you’re like a modern-day Robin Hood?” I laugh and dance my fingers along all those diamonds and rubies. “No, sweetheart. I steal things and I keep the money for myself. I occasionally give some away, but the majority is sitting in my bank account. I’ve never had anyone I wanted to share it with until now.”