Venice Heist Novels & Stories

that had finally been solved and put in its place. "The 'glitch' at the terminals cost the Commission four million in a single night," Silvio said, his voice smooth and paternal, though his gaze remained fixed on the side of Luciano’s head. "The Lucchesis claim it was sabotage. They claim the Vance 'Ghost Protocol' was activated. Only two people have ever held that code, Luciano. One is buried in a potter's field. The other is sitting directly behind you." The room plunged into a lethal silence. I felt the weight of twelve powerful, murderous men looking at me as if I were a bomb they were deciding whether to defuse or detonate.

"Vincenzo said you could be trusted because you hate the Morettis as much as he does. He says you haven't forgotten the North End fire." My heart hammered against my ribs, but I kept my face a mask of bitter resentment. "Vincenzo is a dying man looking for revenge. I’m a living man looking for a future. We’re aligned by necessity, not love." "Give me the drive," Thorne commanded. "Give me the confirmation of the transfer to the Swiss account," I countered. Thorne pulled out a slim encrypted phone and tapped a few keys. A moment later, my own phone buzzed in my pocket. A notification from my offshore bridge account: $5,000,000 Pending.

That held everything they'd risked. "He knew," Vincenzo said. "He knew we'd come for it. He knew someone would try to take it. And he made sure that if they did, they'd get nothing." Alex set the drive down. His hands were steady now, the panic fading into something colder. "He didn't just encrypt it. He set a trap. Three tries, and it's gone. He wanted whoever took it to think they had something. To think they'd won." Vincenzo's laugh was short, hollow. "We walked into his building. We took his drives. We thought we'd taken back what he stole." He looked at Alex. "And all we have is a paperweight."

She had her eyes on their individual accounts too, and once she learns the inside dealings, it will be a matter of time when she will defraud them through their wives and make them sign the paper of power of attorney. While that plan had been set long ago, for the meantime, she itched to try out a novice ploy: A diamond Heist. Since a child, diamonds have caught her eyes and heart. It was the perfect time to rob an exhibit of the nine rare diamonds of the regional Italian Mafia’s. They were putting the exhibit for the marketers of Italy and Austria in their private land in Villach, an Alpine town situated at the bottom of the country closeby to the border of Slovenia and Italy, on the river

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.

“This is Romano. He was working for me, but secretly he was an undercover mole secretly selling us out to mercenaries, trying to destroy us from within, he managed to steal goods worth over thirty million pounds.” Lorenzo swore under his breath. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” “He wasn’t acting alone,” I continued. “Dead Ted.” I gestured. Lorenzo swore under his breath. Dead Ted rose and walked to the front, the projector blooming ledger pages, stamped crates, grainy footage. The Vasilios seal on a crate, the timestamp from a federal seizure.

So, I changed the rules of the game myself. I didn't want to kill Genna. We had met a few times, and in a way, she was a decent girl, just an innocent victim of her father's greed. Two nights before the wedding, I ordered my men to bring her to my office in secret. I looked into her eyes and made a direct proposition: ten million dollars deposited into an offshore account for her to vanish from the map the following morning and never return to Chicago. Genna, who despised her family’s reclusion and feared me deeply, accepted the fortune instantly. She packed her bags and fled, exactly as I had designed. With the original bride removed from the board, Vittorio Rossi fell into absolute panic o

VINCENT MOREAU With them, our first big play was a heist. It was not the kind New York was used to, and the target was a man who laundered money for half the city’s elite. His security was top-notch with every kind of security that could be thought of—from biometrics to secure firewalls and armed guards. We were hard pressed to find a weakness to prod, but I figured it out anyway. His arrogance and the number of skeletons he had hidden in his cupboard.

He was tall, polished, and dangerous in the way men became when they never had to raise their voices. “You look like hell, Miss Vance.” “You should see the other bride.” He laughed once. “Moretti is tearing up the city for you.” “Good. It will keep him busy.” Dante offered protection, but not for free, which was why I trusted him more than any man who called himself my savior. He wanted the Vance ledger because it could crack open half the family alliances in New York. I wanted my docks back, my father’s evidence, and a path that did not end at Lucien’s door.

Now, it simply bored me. "I didn't fly down south to drink, Venice," I responded, my deep baritone cutting through the low jazz playing over the speakers. "I came for the data. Where is the ledger on the syndicate holding Leo?" Venice let out a low, melodic chuckle, leaning forward to rest her chin on her steepled fingers. Her low-cut silk dress shifted, a deliberate attempt to draw my eyes. I didn't blink. My golden eyes remained locked onto hers, cold and entirely business-oriented.