Venice Heist Novels & Stories

All armed with precision weapons. “Here’s the deal,” Vance continued. “You give me the flash drive. You walk out of here. And I forget Lily and Linda exist. Or…” He pulled out a small remote. “…I blow this building sky-high with everyone inside. Your choice.” Cedric looked at Gianni. Gianni looked at the flash drive in his hand. Then, slowly, he handed it over. Vance smiled. “Wise choice.” He took the drive, pocketed it, and walked out. His men followed. The vault door closed behind them with a heavy, final sound, locking Cedric and Gianni inside.

“And your side? Tell me you have something.” Enzo exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “We chased a trail through Naples. A bar owner who used to launder money for the Russians. He swore Voronin passed through three nights ago.” Finally, Dante leaned forward, interested. “And?” Enzo grimaced. “And it was a setup. The bastard led us to an abandoned villa. Place was wired with cameras, but no one was there. Just empty bottles on the floor and a radio left running like they were laughing at us. By the time we got out, any trace was gone.”

Like aging fine wine or simmering bone broth—it gets better the longer it cooks. I clicked open my browser. Search: IT experts. Underground. Manhattan. Hackers. Tracers. Social engineering. Cleaners. It was a rabbit hole of sketchy forums and digital shadows. Too obvious. Too risky. Then something clicked in my head, like fate tapping me on the shoulder with a manicured finger. Venice’s ex. Tomas De Nero. Mediocre face. Great at coding. Even better at being bitter. I remembered him. He was obsessed with Venice. Like, built-her-a-website-and-named-it-after-her-cat obsessed. Then she dumped him for some actor-slash-douchebag and ghosted him mid-rent.

"The air up here must be getting thin. Or maybe you're just losing your edge." Noah closed the distance in three long strides, slamming his functional palm onto the wooden table and leaning in close, his eyes wild and bloodshot. "Cut the small talk. Where is Matteo?" The man slowly tilted his head back, lifting the brim of his hat. It was Viktor Vance, a mid-level fixer Noah hadn't seen since the bloody penthouse purge in Berlin—a man who had supposedly vanished into the syndicate's subterranean vaults when the empire fractured. Viktor’s face was crisscrossed with a fresh network of jagged scars, his cold gray eyes glinting with amusement.

"I can't just throw it in the ocean! My money…” "Sell it!" Beatrice commanded, her voice dropping into a desperate, frantic whisper. "Get rid of it. Tonight. Right now. I don't care if we lose every single cent, Alvise. Call the Valenti family. They run the underground auction house in Palermo. They have the secure transport teams. They have the armored vaults. Tell them we will list it as an emergency midnight asset. Tell them the starting bid is fifty million. Just get their couriers here to take it away before those monsters break through that door!" Alvise’s hands shook as he grabbed his encrypted satellite phone. His fingers slipped twice on the glass screen before he managed to dial th

Then Vincenzo pointed toward Denise without looking, "You never knew that woman. If anyone asks... there was no Denise Walker. There was no Cole and there were no Capones. You forget every face you saw tonight." The money remained untouched, as they looked at Vincenzo with fear. "If I hear otherwise..." he straightened to his full height, "I'll forget the mercy I showed you." Vincenzo turned away before they managed to whisper another thank you. "Take the money," I ordered, "And go. Leave right now. The door is open. And don't waste the second chance Gianna earned for you." Morgan finally reached forward with shaking hands and picked up the first bundle.

He should have just walked away from her right from the start. Venice was supposed to be their revenge against Steve and Theresa. It had only turned out to be a complete nightmare.

“I will drop it, I will not ask you about it anymore—and I just want us to get along.” “You’re apologizing?” He cleared his throat, eyeing me suspiciously. “Thanks?” “No problem.” The high-pitched tone almost exposed my lies. “So, what are your plans for today?” I wasn’t an idiot, and I was only here for one purpose. Vince had a routine, and usually, on this day, he would run by the Lamberti warehouse for business with Christian. That would be the right time to execute Angelo’s plan. Steal something valuable and slowly make the two so-called soulmates despise each other.

He crumpled to the ground, holding his knee, yelling. She knelt next to him. "Your deals are finished." Victor struggled for air. "You don't know—" Noah growled and shot him between the eyes. Lena got to her feet. "One down." They disappeared into the darkness before the other men could find the bodies. Michael and Marco handled this one. The dealer, Enrique Vasquez, ran his operation from a private mansion. Security was tight, but they had an advantage—Romano wasn't expecting them to be daring.

She felt bad because she didn't get to say goodbye to me or Kage. Now that Sierra is gone, I could use this opportunity to trap Ares Vincenzo, because he was the ultimate jackpot. I could have the most influential man in New York all to myself.