Stealing Spree Novelas e Histórias

"I was the girl you met that night by the river. I am your mate!" He shakes his head. "Roxy already told me about that night. How she pulled me from the water, how we talked about our dreams." His voice hardens. "She has the necklace to prove it." "She stole it!" I cry. "Miles, look at me. Really look at me. Do you not remember?" The words pour out of me, frantic and raw. "You asked me about my dreams, and I told you I wanted to be a pack doctor, to help people feel hope when they are—"

The office was almost completely empty now, and my reflection on the tall glass windows looked tired, but determined. I thought back to that night eight years ago. I thought back to the hotel room, to Maverick's large body sleeping peacefully on the bed, and then to his Rolex wrist watch glinting even under the dim light. I would never forget how fast my heart had been pounding in my chest when I slipped the watch into my pocket and ran out barefoot, not daring to look back. I honestly didn't mean to steal it, not really. But I needed the money for my sick mother, and selling that wrist watch had saved her life.

Victor whispered without looking at him. “You take left?” Dominic replied quietly. “I’ll take all of them.” Victor sighed. “Show off.” The gunmen pulled their triggers, And at that exact second, The back doors of the van exploded open. One of the kidnappers flew out and hit the ground hard. Ava bursts out behind him, grabbing the fallen man’s weapon in one shaky motion. Everyone froze. Victor blinked. “Well.” He grinned. “I didn’t expect that.” Dominic’s eyes locked onto Ava.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” “Who am I? You’ll know soon enough. What am I doing here? I’m here to deliver a message from my employers. They aren’t pleased about losing their money. Ten million dollars to be exact.” Fuck. Sartorre’s men had caught up with us. I had thought we had been so careful and left no traces. It had been more than a year since my sister and I had done the heist on Sartorre. How had they even found us? “Where’s my sister?” I growled. He chuckled. “I think you should be a little more worried about yourself right now, darlin’” The man had no accent to speak of, so I guessed he was an outside contractor.

“Let’s grab it anyway. Heather doesn’t have to know we have it, but it will be there if we need it.” Lucas put it in the basket that he was carrying. We grabbed a few more things that we had realized we had forgotten and Heather didn’t have in her cupboards and made our way to the till. We waited while the cashier put our items through, giving us a weird look as they scanned a couple of them. We packed our stuff into a couple of the reusable bags that Lucas had grabbed from the glove box. As we made our way out of the store we talked about the fact that Indigo seemed to be getting stronger, and how excited Rory and Laydon were about it. We headed back out to the truck. As Lucas pushed the do

The man didn’t see him coming until it was too late. “Looking for something?” Adrian’s voice was calm but edged with lethal intent. The man jumped, fumbling with the briefcase. His eyes went wide as he realized who was behind him. “Cole…” he breathed, the name dripping with fear. “Did you really think you could disappear?” Adrian asked, stepping closer. Each word was measured, filled with the promise of consequences. “I….I can explain,” the man stammered. “You already have,” Adrian said. “By stealing from the wrong people. By thinking the cartel would forget.”

Controlled. Just like me.

"Oh Keith, you can't imagine how happy I feel. I never like the thought of young women being left alone in the world. Tabitha is so lucky you live here." Keith smiled kindly at Linda but then glanced at Tabitha. The guy stared intimately, and his hint was clear. He would stay until he had her consent regarding the child in Tabitha's womb. "I have to go now to bring my groceries in. I was just getting back from shopping when I saw a really cool car. What's it called?" This time Linda was at a loss for words. "Jeep." Jace continued "Jeep! Yes … very manly. Perfect for the virile Keith." Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly.

The Gilbert Group, with Bradley Gilbert at its helm, was a name that sent shivers down the spine of anyone in the city. He was known as the Reaper, a legend among both cops and criminals. "You want me dead?" I asked. "It's a tough job; that's why we came to you," Black Viper said before he then turned to leave. "You've got a month to get ready. Oh, and Bradley's got a lady friend, Rosemary Baker. She's his Achilles' heel."