A Thieve's Family

Chapter 1

Today is the day I have been waiting for, for months. The Leoran family is celebrating the marriage between Eliana Leoran, the niece of Marilyn Leoran, head of the family, and a random citizen named John Fray, who has no connection to any of the five families, which is pretty rare to be honest. This wedding is my chance to steal something so valuable I will never have to steal again. Currently I am sitting in a side building, after I passed the security measures around the property it was easy to move on it without getting spotted. It's been thirty minutes, why the fuck are they still standing in front of the house without the bride?! Finally after another fifteen minutes the bride arrives at the arm of the groom, but now they are starting to celebrate in front of the house? What the actual fuck? Are they ever going to move? Another thirty minutes pass and my eyes start to droop. Just as I'm about to fall asleep, they start getting into the cars. Holy Shit! Finally! Go on! Leave the house unprotected, I'll watch it for you.

As soon as the last cars leave the family grounds, honking loudly, I make my move. First, get to the security cameras and other measures of protection and turn them off. Second, Locate target. Third get target and reset the security, so that no one knows I was there. Easy. Right? Wrong. This is one of the big families not some random accountant, who works for them. Their security is top notch. I mean daaamn guys, chill out and let me steal your stuff. Now to the boring hacking into stuff and bypassing the few security guards, that aren't at the wedding, mostly newbies, who are going to lose their jobs once I'm out. You see for the families the guards and the cooks and all those people are part of said family, often times the head of the security is blood related to the main part of the family, which makes most of the guards like far away cousins, who live at your house. The newbies are, well, new, which means they haven't proven themselves yet and thusly aren't invited to the wedding. Good easier for me.

Currently I'm walking through one of their many, many hallways looking for something interesting. I know, I know. I should have thought about what I want to steal before going in and normally I would do that, but there is so little known about the main mansion of the Leorans and their inventory, that I literally have no other choice. I need to get through culinary school somehow and it isn't cheap. Yeah. Culinary school. What of it? I like food and I like cooking and baking. Match made in heaven. The only problem is money. I mean I have an apartment, but it is a shit apartment. I practically live at the 24 hour library. Now left or right?

I choose left. Another long hallway with paintings of past family members on the walls and small tables with golden candle stands on them, perfectly matched with the red carpet, which is probably more expensive then the apartment block I live at. Anyways, onward to victory! At the end of this very long hallway is a very big, very ornate door, way bigger and way more ornate then the other ones on the way here. Jackpot. This is probably dear Marilyn's bedroom. Or should I say bed chambers. Suite, maybe? I open the huge doors as quietly as is possible and get in there.

The room is enormous and glamorous. Ivory wallpaper with golden flecks along it, marble floor, white, black and gold, a huge bed with a hardwood frame, a hardwood desk and armchair, two other doors, which probably lead to a bathroom and walk-in closet respectively. Even the walls look glamorous. Swords and shields adorn them, beautifully crafted. One huge portrait of Marilyn herself, a smaller one with her and presumably her parents and another one with her and the current family are hung above a fire place.

And with current family I mean the core members, her and her husband, Benjamin Leoran, in the middle with her sister and brother in law, Rose and Alfred Leoran, on the right side, their children, the afore-mentioned Eliana, when she was like 18 years old, her brothers Timothy and Ethan Leoran, when they were about 30 and 25 years respectively, with their spouses Delia, Timothy's wife and Ryan, Ethan's husband around them. In front of Delia are the pair's twins, Phoebe and Orion Leoran, when they were about 8 or 9 and Mason, Ryan and Ethan's adopted son, also about 8 or 9 in the painting. On Marilyn's right side are her two sons Don Leoran, the current head of security, when he was about 30 to 35 and his younger brother, Michael Leoran, who is two years younger, his wife, Estelle, at his side, with their younger son Theodore, newly-born, in her arms and their older son, Micah, 8 in the painting, standing at the front.