Venice Heist Novels & Stories

The gangster briefly trembled before replying, “I remember now, Young Lord York! “A few foreigners brought a hostage here, saying they kidnapped him from Las Vegas. They wanted me to look after him and kill him off after three days. “They gave me fifteen thousand dollars upfront and said they’ll give me another fifteen thousand when everything’s done! “I accepted their deal. “The hostage’s still in the basement…” Vince’s eyes lit up for a moment. He was pretty impressed with Harvey York. He used a bunch of gangsters to lock up Jason without Vince even finding out. What a great scheme…

And now, the results sat locked away in his jacket. The pendant on Araceli’s necklace was authentic. A Venus diamond. Rare. Untouched. Priceless. There were questions, far too many. But the girl clearly knew nothing about what she wore around her neck like it was a cheap necklace from a street vendor. So for now, the answers could wait. He turned toward Dante. “Any news on Sergei’s men? The ones who hit the shipment?” “We’re gaining on a few. Should have one in custody soon.” Luciano nodded, jaw tight. “Good. If that bastard Sergei doesn’t want peace, then he’ll have to make do with war.”

My beautiful, fearless wife. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I slapped a hand against Alessandro’s chest, my eyes narrowing as I scanned the sea of sharply dressed criminals sipping champagne like they weren’t walking, talking international arrest warrants. “Wait a damn second—” I leaned in closer, whispering, “Is that Vincenzo Capone? And his brothers?” Alessandro barely spared them a glance. “Yeah.”

His eyes met mine and softened instantly. “Alessio,” he called out to me, his hands stretched out. “Vincenzo,” I responded, gripping his hand firmly before pulling back. “What’s the situation?” Vincenzo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. “The shipment…” he started, shaking his head. “It never made it.” My body stiffened. “What do you mean it never made it?” “It was intercepted.” His words hung heavy between us. “We don’t know who is responsible but it’s gone.”

I lost myself. When I crawled out of that dark hole, it was thanks to hatred and the thirst for vengeance. I discovered that Mauricio Rossetti had eliminated all loose ends—no witness but him. How did I know? Simple. Only Mauricio had a motive; only he had the power, besides being stupid enough to attack a Di Sante. The damned feud had claimed its last Di Sante victim. The next strike will be the decisive one.

"I am the owner of this property. What are the odds that I'd meet you in New York, and days later you'd be here in Italy? Were you stalking me so you could rob me?" My mouth hung open in shock, "Excuse me? No! What, you think I'm involved in organized crime?" He gave me an odd look and said, "Crazier things have happened here, bellissima. Now, I want to see your ID. Both of you. The clock is ticking." “We don’t have our ID,” Luca finally spoke up, “A driver dropped us off for our assessment. Our luggage was in the car. I’m not sure where the car is now.”

Vincenzo picked up on the second ring. “Dante.” His voice was calm, but I heard the edge. “Compromised,” I said quietly. “Delivery van. Engineered crash. Crates broke—concentrated Midnight Slumber knocked me out cold.” I took a deep breath then continued. “Woke up robbed and dumped with no ID, no phone, no keys. This is indeed a set up. They knew what they were doing.” A pause. Then Vincenzo’s tone sharpened. “Location?”

When the heavy steel door hissed open, the light hit the interior, reflecting off thousands of carats of raw diamonds and stacks of bearer bonds worth enough to buy a small country. ​"This is it," one of the divers breathed, his voice echoing in the hold. "The Vulture’s nest." ​"Empty it," Roman ordered. "Every stone. Every bond. If it’s not bolted to the hull, it belongs to the fortress." ​The heist was a masterpiece of controlled chaos. While Mario was making noise in Jersey and Jean-Pierre was burning ships in Brooklyn, Roman’s team was performing a silent extraction. They used a specialized vacuum-transfer system to suck the gemstones into reinforced canisters, while the bonds were packe

“You must also pay for the damages - Catrina’s hospitalization!” The authorities learned Venice was using a different name through Nolan's phone. With Ethan’s connections, Venice's whereabouts were eventually established. Venice confessed to how Monet instructed her to poison Catrina. It wasn’t just stealing the designs after all. After ensuring that Monet was made accountable for the poisoning incident, the police went after Tyler. He was taken into custody immediately.

I stuffed everything into a black trash bag and walked to the incinerator outside the villa, watching the flames consume them one by one. As I turned to leave, I walked right into Vincenzo, who had just returned with Elena. Elena deliberately showed off the diamond bracelet on her wrist—the one Vincenzo had traded control of three weapons docks for. It was known as the "symbol of the Corleone Madre." Vincenzo glanced at the trash can, then looked at me. His gaze was as cold as ever.