Novel & Cerita Venice Heist

He just watched her quietly. Venice took two steps before she turned around, clenching her fists, "Did you find that girl?" "Yeah," Trevor muttered. Venice sighed in relief and murmured, "I'm glad." Then, she opened the door and left with the money. Trevor did not go after her. Instead, he opened the blinds and looked at her receding figure through the window. Not long after Venice left the café, a scruffy-looking mixed-race young man rushed out and tried to grab the bag from her arms.

They rushed into the car, and Tony sped off, trying to follow the trail of the bullion van. He pushed the car to its limits, navigating through the traffic with determination, but the van had already gained too much distance. They were closing in, but just as Tony thought he might catch up, a large trailer blocked their path. He slammed the brakes, the screeching sound of tires filling the air as the trailer intersected their path. "Move! Move!" Tony urged, his voice filled with desperation. The trailer slowly moved to clear the road, but precious seconds slipped away. By the time they got through, the bullion van was nowhere in sight, disappearing into the maze of the city streets.

I threatened him. He pouted his lips and finally let go of my hand. Such a kid. THIRD PERSON'S POV "Venice seemed safe..." "That's what you thought, Vino. She almost killed me when we met in the parking lot last week," Sanguis said to his friend while faking a shiver in fear. They're in their van while trying to hack the school's surveillance cameras to keep an eye into Luna and Venice. "You have an eldest sister, right?" Vino asked. Sanguis nodded. "What if she was the one who manipulated Venice to hate you?"

"We've also got access to all of her bank accounts and money is ready to be transferred. Along with the men who discovered her hide out here in New York. They discovered she was hijacking some of our shipments, which is why some came out short." "Make sure her room is ready and then let me know," I tell him. "Where's Vince?" "He's waiting in the sitting room. Your mother has been distracted for the day, so he's able to be apart of the job," the man says. "Alright," I nod before he leaves to do what I asked. I go down to the sitting room to find Vince looking insanely stressed. "You don't have to do it." "This bitch almost took my life and she hurt my family," Vince growls. "I'm doing what I

“You’ll come to me. If you are who you say you are, you’ll understand the value of paranoia. Tomorrow. Venice. Campo San Giacomo di Rialto. There will be a man feeding pigeons. Approach him and say, 'Truth does not hide in shadows.' If he accepts the phrase, he’ll take you to me.” Then the line went dead. Bella exhaled and leaned back. “Did that feel real to you?” “I’d say that was the voice of a man who’s been hiding for so long he forgot what trust sounds like,” I said. “But he believes you exist. That’s step one.” The next day, we moved like smoke. Enzo stayed back to coordinate surveillance, while Elena and Ricci ran decoy routes to cover our trail. My father arranged safe air travel, an

It made her feel special, important in a way she had never felt before. _________ Later that evening, Vincenzo was in his office with Dante and Marco. He had just finished going over his plan with them. They had Madonna’s location, thanks to Dante's hard work, and were getting ready to raid her hideout. Dante had tracked her down to an old, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Everything was planned down to the last detail. Vincenzo stepped out of his office, his face expressionless. He was halfway down the hallway when Daisy suddenly appeared. She walked up to him, her hands clasped together, and begged to go with him.

**“It’s remote. Hidden. But I’ve been there before.” **Enrico’s eyes met Allie’s.** **“That’s where he’ll be.”** --- **Allie’s heart pounded.** **“Are you sure?”** **Enrico nodded.** **“I’d bet my life on it.”** **“You already did,”** Bronson muttered under his breath. --- **Allie’s eyes hardened.** **“Venice.”** Her mind was already racing. **“We’ll find them.”** **“We’ll bring them back.”**

It was possession. Before I could say anything else, my phone vibrated. I glanced at the screen. The message froze me. A pinned location. It was one of the Verona warehouses. Coordinates only three people in the world knew. “I am coming to collect what was stolen.” Bianca Vitelli.

Millions flowing through routes that matched the alliance ports, the Voss shipping lanes, the joint venture infrastructure. "They were using the alliance to launder smuggling profits," I said. "Before they killed the Vosses. Your father found out. He threatened to expose them." "And they killed him for it." Lucien's voice was flat. "Killed his wife. Killed everyone who knew. Made it look like an accident. Made the world forget." I scrolled further. Something caught my eye. A transfer dated two days after the explosion. Large. Seven figures. Destination: a medical facility in Geneva.

“Unknown number. ‘Tell the boy his grandfather sends love. See you soon.’ Vic knows everything. Isabella spilled the ports, the politicians, the girls, the whole rotten machine. Matteo thinks he’s going to burn it all down with us. But he’s still the enemy, Elena. He took my son from me once. He won’t take you or Livia.” I turned in his arms, fingers curling into the front of his black shirt. “Then we don’t help him. We use him. We let Matteo and his little wounded family draw Vic out like bait. While they’re bleeding in that hospital, we move. Tonight.” Valerio’s dark eyes flared with that dangerous heat I craved. His hands tightened on my waist, sliding lower, possessive. “My ruthless quee