Uncharted 2 Among Thieves Chloe Novels & Stories

The video on the phone showed security footage from an underground rogue bar. In the video, the sweet, innocent Chloe—who supposedly wouldn't even hurt a fly—was gracefully swirling a glass of wine. Sitting across from her were several vile, stinking rogues. Chloe pushed a heavy briefcase full of cash toward them, a sickening smile on her face. "Make sure you torture Freya well. Remember, no visible scars. Half a million dollars, that's your payment."

Colorful spotlights swept across the hundreds of students and guests dancing, drinking, and enjoying the night. On the building's second floor, inside a dimly lit corridor far from the noise of the party, Chloe stood hidden behind a concrete pillar. Her luxurious attire contrasted sharply with the wild, malicious look in her eyes. The growing threat of losing her access to Sterling Corp, combined with her deep-seated hatred for Aria, had pushed her beyond the limits of reason. In front of her stood three burly men dressed entirely in black, tattoos covering their necks as they chewed gum. These hired thugs from the rougher neighborhoods of Brooklyn stared at Chloe with cold, predatory eyes.

“Not tonight, not at the festival. Tonight is when they think laughter will blind us. We will use it, but on our terms.” She walked to the hearth and cupped her hands, pulling the heat to her face. The flames reflected in her eyes like polished silver. “Christen must know,” she said. “And Loretta. And the captains we can trust.” Thorne fell silent, swallowed, and then said, “There is one more thing—” He reached for the small pouch at his belt and drew out a scrap of paper folded into a fine square. “This was the map. He penned his first lines here. He marked where the first theft will occur and where the false banners will fly.”

he asked. “They tracked us when we were going there,” she pouted. Jim shook his head. “I don’t believe they know about your aunt. They tracked you because of the paper trail you left, not because of her. We’re working on nailing this Sudnik character. Marcus got involved. We just need a bit more time. Then you can come home.” “I feel like Dorothy on the Wizard of Oz,” Chloe said as she smoothed stray hairs from her face. “I’ve been to the land of Oz and now I just want to click my heels and go home.”

They say in Unison, "You, have to give us the full permission to cross Then Orna says alone, "You cannot be full, to do what you are planning. You must break our chains. We will have an unbreakable truce with you as soon as we all have passed through fully. We will help fight your coming war. This I vow. None of the Red Earth residents will ever try to hurt you. They are sworn to you. We will die for you, and your family. To do what you are doing. Break our chains that bind you to our doors, and travel to the end and go through, and you will find what you seek. It will not be easy. It will test your true self. If you are balanced, you have nothing to fear. If you're not, then you will cause

"There's a car parked behind the equipment shed. No cameras. No Sarah. No Jax. Just a dark corner and a 'disaster' waiting to happen." Chloe looked toward the party, then back at me. The disgust was still there, flickering in her eyes, but it was being drowned out by a hunger so raw it made her look human for the first time in years. "If you ever speak of this," she threatened, her voice breaking. "I won't have to," I replied, pulling her toward the tree line. "You'll be the one coming back for more." We reached the shadows behind the shed. I opened the door to my rusted-out sedan, a stark contrast to the Porsches in the school lot.

The fire had already snaked up the curtains, and the safe was right next to the burning closet. "Vivian Tomlinson, have you gone insane? Hurry up and get out!" Nathan bellowed from the doorway. Yet, I threw myself in front of the safe and spun the combination lock. The moment the safe door sprang open, the burning chandelier above me crashed down. Nathan instinctively shielded Veronica beneath his body and retreated. I, on the other hand, was knocked over by the blast. Shards of glass cut into my skin, and blood instantly soaked through my clothes.

Across the Formica table, Chloe was methodically tearing a jelly donut into tiny pieces, completely unbothered by the rain dripping from her bangs. "So," Chloe started, popping a piece of dough into her mouth. "You don't have a phone, you don't have furniture, and you moved into the warehouse district above a mechanic who operates power tools at six in the morning. Are you running from the law, or just exceptionally bad at apartment hunting?" Thalia let out a dry chuckle, her eyes tracking the steam rising from her coffee. "Neither. I just needed somewhere loud. Somewhere that doesn't let you think." Chloe nodded, her expression turning surprisingly perceptive.

Not his. Chloe tilted her head. “Careful, Leonard. One wrong move and the narrative changes.” “What narrative?” Ruth demanded. Chloe’s smile sharpened. “That you’re unstable,” she said. “That you tried to trap a billionaire. That you’re imagining things.” Ruth swayed.Leonard reached for her instinctively. Chloe noticed. Ah. There it was. The twist of satisfaction in her eyes. “Oh,” Chloe murmured. “So it did work.” Ruth’s stomach twisted violently.

she repeated quietly, tasting the word as if it were something bitter. “Yes, ma’am. And…” Colt hesitated, flipping open the file. Photographs slid out, glossy prints showing Chloe entering the mansion gates, her hair hidden beneath a hoodie, and later, laughing beside Ares in the garden. Another photo captured her standing near a fountain, one hand resting lightly on her stomach. Colt exhaled. “She didn’t honor her part of the deal.”