Venice Heist Novels & Stories

- My goods were stolen - Speaks with his haughty tone of voice Vicenzo is an unscrupulous man who takes pleasure in hurting innocents, receiving a message from one of his men at dawn informing him of the disappearance of the girls and the weapons left him possessed. In his mind the filthy bikers were the only ones to know the weapons container, curious people might have opened the other one and found the girls. “What do I have to do with it? – No patience for the insults of the Tip man asks. — We delivered your order to the freight terminal as your brother requested.

"Well, congratulations on that. I don't get why you're telling me though." Anthonia would have the details tomorrow and sort out my percentage. That was how we dealt with issues like this. "Because it was never going to be mine." His eyes locked with mine. "I bought it for you." "What?" "You'll receive the three hundred million in the next forty-eight hours, for you to spend as you wish. Congratulations, Caterina De Luca, you are now one of the city’s elite members." What the fuck? I didn't know what to say. All I could do was stare at the man, my words stuck in my throat.

The shipment—priceless Renaissance-era statues and paintings—was loaded onto a freighter in the dark port of Naples. The ambush was textbook Giordano: quick, clean, and terrifying. Two speedboats, manned by masked commandos, swarmed the freighter. The brief, desperate firefight lasted less than five minutes. The captain and his few Soldati were swiftly neutralized. The antiques were transferred to the Giordano boats. The Calabrese Capo, the one who betrayed Dante, was the key. He was sitting in a safe house, sweating, waiting for my signal. My phone vibrated with a text from Seraphina: Mission Complete. Goods Secured. Package Delivered.

In my mind? Everything was sharp. "Athens is your side," I murmured. "Fix it." "Already sent men to check. But-" His tone shifted, cold as steel. "-our next shipment is bigger. And Lenkov's crew is sniffing around again." Lenkov. That bastard. Always hungry. Always stupid enough to think he could bite at our heels. I let out a slow breath, fingers curling into a fist. "We move before he does," I said. "Set the heist for Antwerp. Hit the De Vries vaults before they even know we're in the city."

'd want to meet in a dark alley, which was exactly why I'd hired him to lead the hijacking operations. "What's so urgent?" he asked, walking toward me. "We've been laying low like you said." "Someone took the documents," I said, not bothering with pleasantries. "The agreement, the payment records, everything." Vince's eyes widened slightly. "How's that possible? You said they were locked up tight." "They were." I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. "But they're gone now, which means someone knows about our arrangement. Someone who might talk." Vince crossed his arms. "Not me or my guys. We know the rules." "I'm not accusing you," I said, though the thought had crossed my mind. "But witho

Politicians wooing investors, wealthy married couples on dates hoping to maintain public appearances; yes this was the perfect place to do a deal with the devil. When Aldo Vincenzo called me earlier in the week with suggestions of an accord, I must admit that I was surprised. New York and Chicago have long been at one another’s throats, but now we have a common enemy; The Russian Bratva was taking more and more of our territory, and we needed to bring an end to them. “I am so sorry for being late, Dante. We certainly were not prepared for New York traffic!” The whirlwind that was Sienna Vincenzo says and snaps me out of my thoughts as she takes a spot opposite me. I look at her with interest

’ I screamed deep down without wanting to draw rapid conclusions. When I got to the seventeenth message, I discovered that it was Gladimir. In the chat, in one of the texts she addressed him as Gladimir but she saved his name as an errand boy. To my greatest surprise, even Gladimir chatted about drugs with her. My curiosity increased and I decided to read their old conversation I found a lot about Gladimir and his business. ‘Damn, I was a hostage of a Mafia Lord, -- a criminal!’

THIRD PERSON'S POV Ciro happened to have a mansion in Venice Italy as one of his investments and also had a cabal of rogues who he ensured control his properties. Elena would also learn that most of the money that Ciro had acquired in Venice was obtained from various criminal activities of the gang who go about the human world doing all sorts of atrocities. She had woken up on this fateful day to notice that Ciro had gone out probably with the rest of the crew thereby leaving with Rico.

"Madeline inquired about our destination, her unease lingering from the events at the premiere. I responded, intending to address the secrets that burdened us. Initially, I had no intention of opening Dante's envelope, as his words held no significance to me. However, feeling obligated to fulfill the dying man's wish, I reluctantly opened it, thereby altering my world once again. The contents inside brought forth a mix of heartbreak and solace. Eventually, I came to terms with the fact that he had bequeathed his entire estate and fortune to me through his will. It was tainted money, often referred to as blood money. Moreover, I discovered that I was also the heir to the Massimo mafia family,

“I need you to look into Don Miguel’s goods. I hear twenty million worth of products have been stolen.” Carter’s deep voice filled the speakers. “Yes. I was just about to report to you. I’ve been looking into it and it turns out that she’s in this NewYork. We traced her to a friend, Cassia Monroe in lower Manhattan.” “How does this help?What about the products?” Lucien was beginning to lose his patience. “As for the products, there’s no lead on that. Her finances are clean and her house too. We have no idea where it might be, but she was last seen visiting Cassia Monroe. Maybe that’s worth checking out, Sir.”