Novel & Cerita Venice Heist

He looked like a wreck, utterly pathetic. He sent Marco to search for me everywhere, but there was no trace of me. Marco tried reaching me through our old encrypted channel. "Valenna, for the sake of what we've been through…" I cut the signal without a single word in reply. Then Vincent posted notices everywhere, claiming he had bought my favorite cat and had a home-cooked meal waiting for me when I came back. I smiled and tore the notices to shreds. I only learned later that during those seven days, Angela had taken the key to the Corleone famiglia vault and drained three full months of arms revenue.

I can already imagine the anger he will wage on me, he warned me to stay away from Bella and not pick petty fights but how could I stay quiet when I know that Bella likes to flaunt her relationship in my presence, I worked too hard to lose what I have, my work, my career, if not for Luca, I would have wanted nothing to do with the mafia, it was messy. The moment I got to the gate, I saw someone in the ground, someone I knew and I looked away, when I looked back he was gone. A few minutes passed and I was searched, the guards I came with blended into the crowd, each on one side as they stared at me and I rolled my eyes at them. The moment I sat, some dumb human being poured Cola on me and

She eyed me skeptically, "Cut the act! There's no way you pulled together a hundred million that fast. These goons, this whole setup, it's gotta be a sham. Those cars are probably empty for all we know." Anthony did not utter a word, just gave a subtle signal with his hand. One of the guards sprinted to the nearest car and popped the trunk. The sight that greeted us was nothing short of a treasure trove: stacks on stacks of crisp dollar bills. The crowd inhaled sharply, the sound of their collective surprise hanging in the air. Bernardo, ever cautious, finally broke his silence: "You swiped Liliana's fancy dress and took a swing at her. Here's a cool hundred million. Let's call it even and p

Dante continued, a cold, mocking smirk playing on his lips. "An offshore account in the Cayman Islands, registered under your name, received exactly fifty thousand dollars yesterday morning," Dante said. "Fifty thousand dollars," Rocco repeated, letting out a dark, lethal chuckle. "You sold your sister and our heirs for the price of a mid-tier sports car, Vanessa," Rocco added. Vanessa went completely still. Her performance of innocent terror completely fractured, her mouth hanging open as she stared at Dante. Then, her face twisted into a mask of pure, ugly rage.

At the end of the hallway, Papa's hearty laughter rang through the receiver. "Catalina, I told you Mattia Vitale was never worthy of you. If you hadn't stopped me, the Ricci family would've taken over the Vitale casino long ago. We wouldn't have had to wait until today." I stared out at the Las Vogis skyline, suppressing the bitter ache rising in my chest. "Every money laundering loophole Mattia created these past three years, every tax evasion account, even the underground shares he mortgaged to loan sharks to cover his losses—you handled all of it. Just give me the evidence, and the Vitale family will crumble immediately," Papa said.

“Then you stay alive, Lenny… That is the only order that matters. Everything else we burn together.” “I will if you will.” We rolled out in a convoy of black vehicles twelve minutes later. The city felt strangely quiet under the early morning light, as if it were holding its breath. Vincenzo drove as I sat in the passenger seat with a rifle across my lap and the map of Grigio’s last known route open on my phone. Francesca’s team peeled off toward the river, Luca’s group headed west… The penthouse team disappeared into midtown traffic leaving us and two support cars hunting the convoy that carried the man who had tried to trade for his life with other people’s blood.

Sighing, I smile once last chance before joining them downstairs, realizing that I finally have my happy ending. ____ Dante The smile drops from my face as soon as I close the bedroom door and walk towards my office. My brothers are down from Italy to help with the Cerulli issue after their last threat, and I’ll be fucking damned if anyone harms my family again. “The fucking Cartel? They made a deal with the fucking Cartels?” Nico asks, slamming down his empty bourbon glass. “That’s what I found out, but there’s more. Cerulli has the Outfit in his pocket, and Sienna’s father, that fuck Vincenzo, sold us out.”I say through gritted teeth when I recall what I heard.

Pedro leaned forward, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “Three months ago. A massive heist, orchestrated with the Russians and the Colombians. A joint op to hit a private cargo plane out of Johannesburg. It was loaded with uncut diamonds—stones the size of your fist—and gold bars straight from the mines. The haul was worth north of five hundred million.” He paused, letting the number hang in the thick air between us, as I could almost see it: the glittering fortune, the sheer scale of the ambition. “It all went sideways because of him,” Pedro continued, his voice tightening with a fresh, raw anger.

The only theory I had was Dicken’s journey over the last year or so: he had found out about the sinking of the Nazi’s ship, but when David fished the crystals out of the sea by chance, he tracked the crystals here to Venice, and hid here in other to gather them. It must have been easy to gain recognition in the mafia-controlled underbelly of Venice given his intelligence and ability. He infiltrated their organization by using the identity of Loyal, gaining trust as an assassin, before using the opportunity to sabotage the deals between the mafia and the Germans to seize the crystals. In fact, I just had to consider it for a moment to decide that the rumor of an affair between Dicken and Miya

"If he were alive, sir. We found the half-burned remains of one of his parties in an incinerator. We're certain a worse fate had befallen the others and their remains. It is most likely that the wolves could have fed on—" "Spare me the details. You will not fail the next time." "Yes, sir." Cuco nodded. "Get me someone who steals and kills for a living or better you wait till I talk things out with my wife. I hope to recoup all the costs of this heist from the numbers that pieces would fetch on the black market. Vinci's works are at an all-time high currently." "Sure," Cuco bowed, leaving. Casino placing the receiver on his ear, made a quick run on the telephone's keys with his fingers.