Blood on Velvet

"What do you mean it's missing?"

Was the first thing Harry said when he entered his office, all of his men having their gaze dead set on the ground, nobody daring to answer. That itself irritated Harry even more.

"I said, where is it?" He snapped, making most, if not all, of the men flinch or tense.

Almost immediately multiple of the men went to the computers where security footage was stored, looking through past recordings to figure out who it was.

It was dead silent for a minute. Two. Three.

Finally, one of his men, a tall, lanky 25 year old with brown hair, looked at Harry. "I think I might know who it is, sir." He said, standing up and facing him.

"Well? Who is it? Don't keep me waiting." Harry said irritably, stalking over to the man, looking at the computer.

The man cleared his throat, showing him the footage. Even through the blurry camera footage, he could tell exactly who it was.

The one woman, the only person who could ever possibly be able to steal his mother's diamond bracelet.

The only person who could be brave enough to steal from the Styles family.

Aradia Thorne.

|| Arabia is a well known thief in the small town of Portofino, Italy.

|| Harry is a well known Mafia Boss in Portofino.

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