Thief Castle Crashers Novels & Stories

The Castellano club pulsed with defiance, its neon lights a beacon in the city’s restless night. Kai Castellano stood at the entrance, his black jacket unzipped, his icy blue eyes scanning for Order of Cinders operatives. The safe house confrontation with Alessio had hardened their resolve, his betrayal a wound, but Gianna’s mercy and their rooftop vow fueled Kai’s fight. Their empire—Castellanos and La Rosa Nera—stood firm, but Viktor Crane’s global network threatened to seize the underworld. Kai’s jaw clenched, their shared tears, Gianna’s fierce heart, a flame that burned through the city’s chaos.

The boy was too ruthless, his actions striking fear into their hearts. Suddenly, a Land Cruiser crashed into the factory with a roar of its engine, knocking down three of the thugs before stopping. Seven men in black jumped out of the car and attacked the gangsters. Wendell looked at these uninvited guests in panic. Things were well out of his control now. That Rinz brat was definitely tougher than he looked… Still, there was no turning back now. He had to fight back, or his reputation would never recover from this. Wendell screamed, “Get them! Kill these bastards!”

Billy put his hands up and they both jumped out of the car as Caine apologized and sped off, back to the castle gates. Caine pulled up to the guard shack at the castle gates to find the guards loudly arguing with the man from the car who's pass he had stolen. With the first guard busy, the second one waved him right on through with barely even a glance at his stolen pass. 'Thank God,' Caine thought to himself as he realized it had actually worked. .......

I do so, leaning against his leg as we wait for…cobblestones. Whatever the hell that means. But as soon as we hit them about an hour later, I definitely know. “Oh – oh my god,” I murmur, sitting up straight as the truck begins to jolt back and forth a bit wildly. “Is this…a cobblestone street!?” “Yup,” Frank says, leaning forward a bit, not wanting to be near the interior of the truck while it’s banging around like that. “Time to get up, Bambs – we’ve got to make our run for it.”

For the first time, I begged. "Don't throw me in. You know I'm terrified of the ocean..." But Antonio was too busy listening to Camilla to hear me. Just before they tossed me over, I heard him tell her, "She threw coffee at you, didn't she? I'll let her soak in the water for a few days. We'll see if she confesses then." Antonio seemed to have forgotten that I'd been kidnapped as a child by a rival family and thrown into the deep ocean. I'd nearly died.

"Word on the street is, someone once snatched Rosemary to get at Bradley. By the next day, the ringleader was flayed and dumped on his kingpin's doorstep." "Yeah, I heard that, too. Bradley went all out, unleashed hell to crush his enemies, and sent a clear message to the criminal world. The Gilbert Group took a beating, too. Since then, no one's dared to mess with Rosemary." I glanced at Bradley's retreating figure as a strange sense of having been there before washed over me.

I wanted to find a corner to stay by myself, but trouble found me. With a “crack,” my wine glass was smashed by someone. A heavily made-up woman stood in front of me, with a few followers behind her. “It's you, the old woman who seduced Young Master Zhou and rejected our marriage alliance.” I frowned and explained, “I have no relationship with Ross.” “If Ross didn't fancy you, it must be because you're too ugly.” My words further provoked her. “Seize her.” The woman behind me charged directly at me.

I started, but the center one shoved Diego aside. "And I’m Victor Castillo Jr." He grabbed my hand, his grip surprisingly firm. "Call me Victor." He winked, his eyes trailing down my torso. "Or call me whenever you're lonely." I ripped my hand back, and the third guy—the one whose name I didn't know—smacked Victor upside the head. "Knock it off. We came here to play the enforcers. You weren't supposed to hit on the mark. Remember?" "Right, right," Victor muttered, though he sighed as he looked me over again. "But that was before I saw the merchandise. Seriously, Cass," he said, nudging Cass with his shoulder. "Nice catch. Please tell me he isn't tragically straight."