THE HEIST CONNECTION

It weaves a web of secrets, betrayal, and smoldering passion—where the line between hunter and prey blurs, and love becomes the most dangerous game.

Dedication ~

To those who dare to love in the face of danger,

and to the hearts that beat in the shadows,

where trust is a gamble and love is the greatest heist of all.

This one's for you

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Chapter 1: Just Another Day

It's 7 in the morning and the alarm rings too loudly, dragging me out of my dreams and into the reality of the day. I hit the snooze button, but it’s not the snooze I need. What I need is another hour of sleep, but I know better than to argue with the clock. It’s not like I’m one to sleep in anyway.

I roll out of bed, forcing my eyes to focus as I shuffle to the bathroom. The mirror shows me what I already know- no amount of sleep can erase the exhaustion written all over my face. A few splashes of cold water, and I’m good to go.

I don’t bother with any frills. No fancy skincare routine, no complicated morning ritual. Just the basics: wash, brush, and get dressed. I pull on a black leather jacket, my favorite jeans—ripped at the knees for character—and boots. It’s not about impressing anyone; it’s about getting the job done. And looking good while doing it is just a bonus.

I don’t have time for breakfast, but I grab my go-to—coffee. Strong, black, and enough to fuel the fire that burns inside me. I don’t need caffeine to wake up. I need it to keep my edge sharp, to remind myself that no one else in this world has the same kind of nerve I do.

The city’s waking up as I step out the door. I don’t mind the noise, the constant hum of the streets, the people rushing by with no real purpose. They all look so busy, but I know they’re not getting anywhere. Me? I’m always moving. Even when I’m standing still, I’m plotting, watching, calculating.

By the time I reach the office, it’s like I’m already in the zone. The CID building is nothing special—bland walls, buzzing fluorescent lights, and the constant chatter of people who think they know how the world works. But I know better. I know that most of them wouldn’t last a day in my shoes. They don’t have the guts for it. But that’s fine. Let them think they’re in charge. I’ll just keep doing my thing.

I drop my bag on my desk and take a seat. The inbox is already full, but I don’t flinch. I’ve learned to handle chaos. Routine tasks, paperwork, meetings. None of that slows me down. It’s all part of the game. It’s when the unexpected happens that I get excited.

9:00 AM.

I’m still staring at the reports when I hear someone talking behind me. One of my colleagues, trying to get my attention. He’s got that tone—the one that says “I know something you don’t.”

I don’t even bother to turn around. “If it’s not important, save it,” I mutter, my eyes never leaving the screen. He’s used to it by now.

There’s a brief pause, but I can practically feel him grinning. “You’ve got a visitor,” he says, and I roll my eyes.

I’m not interested in visitors. I’m interested in answers. But when you work this job long enough, people start to think you’re the go-to person for their little problems. And I don’t mind. They don’t realize that helping them is usually just a way to get them out of my hair so I can focus on the real work.

10:30 AM.

I’m at a coffee shop, meeting an informant who’s clearly nervous. He’s glancing around like I’m some kind of threat, like he doesn’t know I could take him down without even blinking. I sip my coffee, letting him stew in his nerves for a moment before I speak.

“Relax,” I say, my tone sharp enough to make him flinch. “I’m not here to make your life difficult. I’m here to make mine easier.”

He doesn’t say anything right away. I can see him weighing his options, but I know how this works. I’m the one in control. I’m the one who’s not afraid to ask the tough questions.

“I’ve got information for you,” he says, finally. I lean in, just enough to let him know I’m listening.

I don’t ask him for everything all at once. I don’t need to. I let him talk, let him reveal just enough. That’s how you get what you need—by making people feel like they’re in charge, even when you’re the one pulling the strings.

By the time I’m done, I’ve got what I came for, and I’m out of there. Simple. Efficient. Bold.

1:00 PM.

Back at the office, I dive into case files. Most of it’s boring stuff—missing persons, stolen goods—but I don’t mind. I’ve got a knack for piecing things together. Even when the puzzle doesn’t make sense at first, I’m patient enough to find the connections. It’s a skill I’ve honed over the years. Most people would get frustrated with all the details, but not me. I enjoy the challenge.

3:30 PM.

I’m on the move again, tailing a suspect who thinks they can outrun me. They can’t. Not when I’m on their trail. I blend into the crowd, staying out of sight but never out of mind. The city is my playground, and I know its rhythms better than anyone. I could lose anyone I wanted to—if I were in the mood for a game. But for now, I’m just watching, waiting.

By the time I get home, I’m tired, but it’s a good kind of tired. The kind that comes from a day spent doing what I do best. I don’t have to tell anyone about my work. I don’t have to share my victories or my losses. It’s mine.

I kick off my boots, throw my jacket on the couch, and open the fridge. I don’t cook much. A sandwich will do. Or maybe cereal. Doesn’t matter. It’s not about what I eat—it’s about what I do next.

9:00 PM.

The world outside is still alive, but I’m in my own little bubble now. I pull out a book, start reading, but I’m already thinking ahead. I’m already planning tomorrow. Maybe I’ll follow a different lead. Maybe I’ll uncover something new. But whatever happens, I’m ready for it.

I always am.

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