[Story status- Completed]
"You have always been the joker of this gamble of lives my dear, and now is the time to use our Ace."
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To the world, she is an angel fallen from hell, but for him, she is a doll made of glass, and he is scared that...
So are you gonna die today or make it out alive? You gotta conquer the monster in your head and then you'll fly Fly, phoenix, fly Go bury your demons then tear down the ceiling Phoenix, fly
-Cailian Russo
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THIRD PERSON
"We'll stick to the simple rules, creating illusions. All I need is that damn key cord in my hand," snapped Cade, tossing the Rubik's Cube into the air.
"What about the locker?" asked Nathan.
"Are you doubting my abilities? I'm a mechanic, Nathan, and I've been playing with these types of toys since childhood," Cade replied, handing the cube to Nathan before continuing.
"We just have to keep it clean on the outside, so that the inside mess will not be visible to anyone," he explained. Nathan examined the cube, noticing that while the front was solved, the backside remained unpuzzled.
"So what's the final plan Mr. Genius?" questioned Maya
And then there was the smrick. Cade Hanniel was a no good man, a trickster with slick hands, never been the hero to any of his story. He was a villain by the law of underworld, A criminal with a tainted heart.
He was neither a Swan nor a Dove, He was a Raven - A heartless bird, the bringer of evil and death.
"A well played heist can only be done by a well planned mind" . . . . . . . . . . . .
The rhythm of club music pulsed through the air, intermingling with the scent of cigarettes and alcohol. As Naomi picked up a tray, a boy whistled and leered at her cleavage. "Mamacita, wanna spend a night?" he called out.
She responded with a smirk, ignoring his advances as she made her way to the VIP room. Naomi was dressed like the other waitresses, sporting a tight crop shirt tied at her belly and plain denim shorts. However, her well-maintained figure added a touch of sassiness to the outfit. Her lips were painted in a deep burgundy wine color, and her eyes were highlighted by Egyptian eyeliner.
Pushing open the glass door, she felt the chill air contract against her skin, sending goosebumps down her arms. Cards were strewn across the table, booze dribbling down from pricey bottles.
"And here's my Ace," Nathan tossed a card onto the pile.
"Screw it! Let's play one more round," Greyson declared. For him, this was the ideal way to spend a weekend night: sealing a profitable deal, blowing cash in a casino, and having a pretty chick by his side.
And that's the plan, "We'll get him so drunk he passes out, then you know what to do."
For tonight, Naomi was playing the role of a seductress. "Surely one more," said Nathan, his eyes fixed on Naomi's every movement. She positioned herself between the two men, pouring whiskey into their glasses.
