Romans & histoires Stealing Spree

Spade likes to mess around and is easy to be around but like Killer, his blue eyes and easy-going nature is just a mask. He can snap a guy's neck in less than ten seconds. I've witnessed his murderous nature. He was kicked out of the squad a year ago due to unstable mental behavior. And branded too dangerous for missions. At 29 he’s a retired USA veteran and a full pledged contract sniper for the club. We don't believe he is unfit for work. We all know that he faked the whole thing to get off the squad. It was his grandmas dying wish. “As I was saying,” Venus continues, “She deserves to be a member, but that doesn't mean we got to just hand it to her. Plus, I think psychologically a job and

“That's Aaric Bernardi. The CEO of Bernardi Unity, but... in this club, he's better known as one of the biggest mobsters. He has his own territory in Los Angeles." My blood froze. Mobsters. MAFIA. The word boggled my mind, but at the same time, it made sense. The way Aaric had so easily killed someone yesterday, the way he looked at people, his intimidating presence, his attitude of seeming to have it all. It all fits. The bartender got busy again, leaving me with darker thoughts than before. Aaric's figure remained standing there, his shadow larger than life. His every little movement felt like a veiled threat. He spoke calmly, with a gaze that was never really friendly.

"I want her accounts too. They hold a lot of money, and I want each and every penny there. If Alessandro went through all the trouble of getting me on board when it comes to this mission, then I should be compensated fairly. I need the profit." And just like that... it clicked. Almost like a blade slicing through the fog, the truth came out clean and sharp. Well, thanks to the heavens that I decided to do this stake out myself and not allow any other person to do it for me. Her own bloody father. How dare he?

They took her money, used her connections, and then stabbed her in the back! I sat in the café, watching the two of them squirm on the screen, and took a graceful sip of my latte. Suddenly, the basement door was thrown open. A group of people stormed in, led by a middle-aged man who pointed an angry finger at Claude. “Claude! You liar! Where’s the half-million you owe me?” More and more suppliers crowded into the small basement. “Pay up! Or we’re taking you to court!” The scene descended into chaos.

Hailey stumbled out, pointing at Sierra, tears streaking down her cheeks. "Officer, I want to report something! Sierra told me she had a system that could steal people's scores! She's been taking Vera's grades since the mock exams before the college test! Please, please check her! I just want my real score back!" Of course. People only understood pain once it cut into their own flesh. With Hailey's testimony, Sierra had no way out. She collapsed to the floor, sobbing, screaming, cursing through her tears. "Fine! Yes, I had a system! So what? She chose to eat the stuff I gave her! How is that my fault? My family's rich! So what if I toyed with some worthless nobody? What's wrong with having a

To figure out how to steal Hent and her friends back on a bright day. She twisted the man's arm and she heard a cracking of bones mixed with a cry of pain. Blanche stood up and give a better look at the curved man, she was still holding his wrist and his knife fell on the ground together with his cap. "You?!" she can't believe what she's seeing right now. They have the same look, he has deep-set eyes, his bones on the cheeks were prominent and he has full lips. She step on the knife and help the man collect himself, still not letting go of his hand Blanche scrutinized him; funny how he's just on the market selling knives and now stealing from the people he sold knives from; he looks tired. "

"Was it you who stole my food? You pathetic freeloader. I caught you once at lunchtime, and now you've got the nerve to steal it again tonight?" I played dumb. "What food? I have no idea what you're talking about." Derek immediately turned to the delivery driver. "Well, I never got my order. If he won't admit it, then you can pay for it. Triple compensation." Just like that, he shifted the conflict onto me and the driver. The driver panicked and quickly turned to me. "Come on, man, don't joke around. That fried chicken cost more than $200. I don't even make that much in a day. I left it right here. You really didn't see it?

Saba said as she switched on the news. “This is KKN news from Milan University, reporting live, Yesterday night a girl tried to Heck into the physics department of the University, the said words are she was trying to steal research information, The Name of the said girl is Shazia Khan,” the beautiful news reporter spoke as they both looked at the screen. “the girl is now in the custody of the police, doubts of her being a spy or connected to the Mafia are in the air—“ Before the Anchor could complete her sentence Meera put the TV on mute and looked at Saba, “You study in the same university, don’t you?” She asked as Saba nodded.

Robert says as he takes the last sip from his coffee cup and then places it on the floor next to him. It is impressive that he is able to drink a hot drink like that in just a few minutes. “Why does Spencer want Jacob dead?” Robert asks. “That’s the same question running through my mind.” Chad says. “Spencer stole a few trucks of cocaine from Jacob, thinking he would not have noticed, but now Jacob is after him and has sent his goons to terrify him day and night until their set time reaches to kill him.” I explain and Chad runs his hand through his hair in frustration.