Heist (Valenshek Legacy, #1)

by Tate James

Given that I was using my “real” identity for this cover story, I’d reverted to my “real” accent over the general American one I often used while state-side. Of course, nothing about me was truly real, it was just the name and accent that I found most comfortable, so I’d adopted them for my day-to-day life. I sure as shit couldn’t put Hermes—my underworld codename—on my passport, could I?

Of course, she didn’t know about the priceless pink diamond I stole from her grandson’s wife a few years ago. That one had been a personal challenge and one I was particularly proud of.

“Let me guess,” he cut me off, sneering with an angry glint in his eye. “It’s not me, it’s you?” Well…at least he was taking the hint. But that tone of voice pissed me off so I gave a harsh laugh. “Actually, Chad, it's you. So…bye.”

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I gave a short laugh. “Not even slightly. But I’m always happy to help out my best customer, Constance.” She led the way through to the sitting room where her wife, Ana,

Aww yay they finally got married

So I did the only thing my useless pea-sized brain could think of. I sabotaged it.

John 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I bet he has a tiny dick. “What?” Tris asked, and I froze. Had I said that out loud? “Uh, I thought I saw a tiny duck,” I replied, pointing out the window. “Over there. But it was just trash. Maybe. I dunno.”

Oh my God 🤣🤣🤣