John Dillinger's lost daughter.

John Dillinger's lost daughter.

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Lucille Blackwood, daughter of Baker Blackwood. She's a girl like every other. She lives with her father and mother in a beautiful house in the middle of Bloomington Indiana in the year 1945. She doesn't know any better than to be Blackwood's daughter. She's twenty one years old and always helps her parents in the bakery. But what will happen when her mother slips out some forbidden words that could change everything?
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Gabriel DeMarco had grown accustomed to being untouchable. For years, his name had been whispered in hushed tones within the world of art and high society. His reputation as a master of smuggling was as legendary as the masterpieces in his collection. Whether it was the famous Van Gogh stolen from a Parisian gallery or the rare Egyptian artifact retrieved from a private auction, Gabriel was the go-to man for acquiring the most coveted-and the most dangerous-artifacts. But there was a price to his fame. His fear was not of arrest-it was the erosion of his influence. If his operations were traced back to him, the walls would close in. Gabriel's entire world, built on secrecy and control, would collapse. That's when he saw Alina. She wasn't a player in the game of high society or the corrupt underworld. She was something else entirely-a skilled thief with the subtlety and craftiness to do what Gabriel could no longer afford to risk. Gabriel didn't call the police. He didn't even threaten her. Instead, he offered her something far more dangerous: a proposition. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, his voice calm, even amused. "Everyone knows you," she replied bitterly, her eyes narrowing. Gabriel's smile was slow, almost predatory. "Yes, and that's exactly why I need someone like you. Someone who can stay in the shadows, work quietly, and keep their hands clean. No one knows you, Alina. You have the perfect cover."

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