Stolen

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Parts 9
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Reads 2,024
Votes 88
Parts 9
Time 1h 56m

At the age of 22, Shay Vera became wanted in every country. A thief with 5.2 million dollars to show for in precious jewels, artifacts, and art ... Shay was living the life of royalty. But when a seemingly easy job goes terribly wrong, and Shay finds her services being employed by the mafia, she starts to suspect this next run... could very well be her last.
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    In an instant, his hand wrapped around my wrist and he yanked me into his chest, his other hand snapping the gun out of mine with brutish strength.
    
    I could no longer control my breathing. His cold eyes stared into me with nothing but hatred, and I imagined, at that moment, mine must have reciprocated the look.
    
    "You, my dear are playing with fire... cross me one more time... and you won't live to regret it."
    
    "I'm not scared of you." I forced the words out through clenched teeth. But I'm pretty sure my body was shaking...and for more reasons than one. 
    
    A sly smile wrapped across his handsome features, a dry sort of chuckle escaping his lips. 
    
    "Well, then you're even more idiotic than I thought because you damn well should be."
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At the age of 22, Shay Vera became wanted in every country. A thief with 5.2 million dollars to show for in precious jewels, artifacts, and art ... Shay was living the life of royalty. But when a seemingly easy job goes terribly wrong, and Shay finds her services being employed by the mafia, she starts to suspect this next run... could very well be her last.
    -
    
    In an instant, his hand wrapped around my wrist and he yanked me into his chest, his other hand snapping the gun out of mine with brutish strength.
    
    I could no longer control my breathing. His cold eyes stared into me with nothing but hatred, and I imagined, at that moment, mine must have reciprocated the look.
    
    "You, my dear are playing with fire... cross me one more time... and you won't live to regret it."
    
    "I'm not scared of you." I forced the words out through clenched teeth. But I'm pretty sure my body was shaking...and for more reasons than one. 
    
    A sly smile wrapped across his handsome features, a dry sort of chuckle escaping his lips. 
    
    "Well, then you're even more idiotic than I thought because you damn well should be."
    -
    
    *All credit for the images used in this book goes to their respective owners. No copyright intended. Message me for direct credit*

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