Stealing Spree の小説・ストーリー

he said quietly, each word pressed with intention, “this is the CEO of BlueSky. You better not do anything stupid. Don’t offend him. I’ll try to get Lauren to change her mind.” Tessa turned her head slightly, giving him her attention this time. Her expression was calm, but her eyes held a depth that made Curtis pause for a fraction of a second. “Do you know stealing is a criminal offense?” he continued, his voice tightening as though he wanted to make sure his message sank in. Tessa’s brows drew together slightly as she studied him. “You’re saying you can go to jail for stealing?” she asked, her tone measured, as if she were confirming something important.

When Farris called to tell me that there was a stealer willing to save my brother from entirely becoming a feral wolf, I had not thought twice before ordering a party to the Leighwen pack to gauge the situation myself. It was no less of a miracle, a stealer’s appearance. I might even call it a gift, if not for how much a taboo stealers were. “We don’t know anything for sure, not yet,” I reply, crossing my legs. The car drives down the main road, passing a high school. The stealer had attended this place and had walked through its halls. How hadn’t anyone noticed before?

And I would do a better job than him, that’s for sure. It was the golden rule for stealing. If you don’t want to get caught, you only take small amounts per day. No one ever notices the small amounts. Their old accountant was stupid when they did a one-time-big-time. They must have been really desperate. In my annoyance, I grab my purse that was discarded alongside the countless paper clippings. I grab my wallet. Where is it?

“I have a lead am working on, the spider scar is belongs to a gang called Spiders, they are notorious for robberies, kidnapping and assassination jobs” Stanley said and a frown of worry appeared on Todd’s face but he urged himself to be brave. “Okay, let me know when you have more" he said and hung up.

he teased, dark amusement flashing in his eyes. I slid into the seat silently, too drained_ too numb to fight. And too afraid of what would happen if I tried to defy him. He got in after me, starting the engine with a low growl. As the car sped away from the college and the carnage behind us I stared out the window, numb. I realized it didn't matter if it was Lewis or Aiden. I was just a prize being passed from one monster to another. And monsters never gave back what they stole.

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

His only concern is money. "So, we promise to return his money if he gives us Amanda, so we steal it." Dan leans back in his chair and scratches his hair. Leandro sneers. "The only thing you'll be getting in return for stealing money from a guy like that is a painful death." Jade raises his head to look at me. "It won't be easy to steal from someone like Darius, not with the way he's distributed his cash." I make the decision, "We're not going after his money," following my gut, just as I have done ever since I ran away from home. "We aim for his attributes.

Seven rounds left, he counted grimly, rising to survey their surroundings. The highway ahead and behind them teemed with rogues, their numbers seemingly endless. A flash of movement caught his eye—Sleazy's motorcycle wobbling wildly as a rogue latched onto the back wheel. The biker fought to maintain control, but it was a losing battle. Steve watched in horror as the man was violently thrown from his seat, his body tumbling across the asphalt like a rag doll. What happened next turned Steve's blood to ice. The pack descended on Sleazy's broken form, tearing into him with savage abandon. A rogue ripped the man's head from his shoulders with a single vicious bite, then proceeded to tear into t

He projected a questioning look hoping to be mildly prepared for the Presidents speech but AJ merely shrugged his shoulders and turned to face Razor, leaving Scar even more worried. Scar had never been a man of many words, but even he couldn't help the many profanities stringing out of his mouth like vomit when Razor had addressed the situation in the calmest way he could. It turns out the bastards from the small motorcycle club had been stealing from their shipments of drugs and messing with the not-so-legal side of their coterie. Thousands of dollars of goods had been reported stolen earlier that day and many days before that. It would take months to regain that kind of money, but that was