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Romance Novel Their Thief


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Damaris’ entire life has been filled with pain and suffering. Desperation leads her to disguise herself as a man so that she can run errands for a notorious gang. But when she is captured by their rivals, the King brothers, they all claim that she is “their mate.” Damaris, terrified and confused, tries to escape their grasp. But now they’ve got her scent and nothing will keep them from finding her.
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“Stop, you *********!”

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Rain pelts against my face as my ears fill with the sound of my black boots pounding against the wet asphalt that’s reflecting the neon lights of surrounding businesses.
The black jeans and black hoodie that I’m wearing are being soaked through and weighed down from the rain.
I weave my 5′4 body through a crowd of men and scantily clad women waiting to enter an exclusive club, many holding umbrellas and a few unsuccessfully using their clutches or jackets to shield themselves from the rain.
A few of them glare at me as I bump into them in my haste.
I look back to see the six-foot-tall, bald, angry man who’s chasing me struggling to get through the crowd due to his larger frame.
He’s constantly shoulder checking people who slow him down with their rage-filled out lashes. While he’s momentarily distracted by an angry man, I turn into an alleyway blocked by the crowd.
I run and duck behind a dumpster, waiting for him to run past the entrance, and soon enough, he does.
I stand up and walk further down the alley, pulling out my newly acquired wallet. Going through – John Lee’s wallet according to his driver’s license – I find $135. Not bad.
Most people don’t carry around cash, just plastic, so this is a score. Pocketing the money, I get rid of the wallet in another dumpster I pass.
I pull my hood down and adjust my short-haired, black wig back into place. Thankfully, I use waterproof makeup to contour my face to appear masculine.
It would suck if my face started melting and he saw my real appearance.
Most of my targets don’t realize they have had their wallets stolen until after the fact when I’m long gone. Today I screwed up. I made a rookie mistake and dropped the wallet right after lifting it.
I decided to grab it off the ground and run while John was still shocked that I would steal it.
After doing this for seven years out of the twenty-two that I have been alive, it’s pretty easy to spot the signs that someone is going to give chase.
He already realized I was pickpocketing him and had that look where he was pissed enough to chase me, so why not be chased with the winnings rather than without?
This way if I get away, then I have the money and he has a false description to give to the police.
If I get caught… well I’d be fucked whether I had the wallet or not because he witnessed me lift it, and I highly doubt he would have believed me if I said he had dropped it.
It was in a pretty deep pocket.
I turn right into another alleyway so I’m going in the opposite direction from John. This alley is behind the exclusive club, I think it said Chaos on the sign in front.
I heard that it’s a club for the super-rich. Apparently, three brothers own it, triplets.
I heard they’re rumoured to be cold-blooded, ruthless, and don’t care about anything but power, and they already are the most powerful people in Canada, in all of North America even, maybe even the world.
They prioritize those with money and power, but that’s nothing new in society. Most of the people in line out front won’t even get in.
They don’t meet the qualifications of the elite and are just wasting their night out in the cold rain hoping for an opportunity.
When I enter the alley behind Chaos I see five men standing in the middle of the alley by the club’s backdoor.
If I was dressed as a girl I would have turned around to not risk running into drunk creeps, but I was dressed in my male disguise.
Dressing as Leo Dharan gives me a sense of security, I get left alone because I’m a guy and the creeps lurking around in the dark are looking to prey upon young, defenceless, girls.
There was a gay guy who bothered me once believing that because I’m smaller it would be easier to overpower me. Jokes on him, I had a switchblade. I whipped it out and that made him back off.

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I use my male disguise when I go about my thieving ways or the occasional times when I get hired to do a job, which is usually to steal a specific something for someone.
It makes it easier to escape from those who would seek me out to get revenge and the cops. While they’re looking for a guy, I’ve already changed and walked right past them as a girl.
Of the five men in the alley, three with black hair are standing with their backs to me while the other two appear to be kneeling in front of them, begging.
I slowly and quietly continue forward, hoping to slip by unnoticed.
As I get closer, I can see them visibly trembling and the desperation on their faces because they are facing me. I can see the light from above the door reflect on the tears that stain their faces.
I stop moving and stand still, I do not want to get closer to whatever they’re dealing with. It looks serious considering two grown men are begging, crying and trembling. I think one of them might have even ****  *******.
I decide to hang back and wait for them to finish and leave so I can pass.
“P-p-please M-Master, s-spare m-me. I-it wasn’t m-my fault. Harry w-was the one w-who didn’t c-check,” the one kneeling on the left says, while, I’m guessing Harry, harshly shakes his head, eyes wide.
“N-no, I d-didn’t see t-them enter,” Harry replies, panicking.
“Well that’s a shame, here I thought I had capable staff handling my business,” the tallest of the three black-haired men who all looked above six feet, says with a sigh. His voice sounds so deep and husky, a shiver of pleasure goes up my spine.
“I agree Alec, who knew we had ******* doing such an important job. They ******** just let them walk in and start *****, ruining our meeting. You ******** ** **** couldn’t even do the simple job of *****looking at a card and going, yup that’s a VIP card or nope you can’t enter. Because of your stupid nonexistent brains, you ***** ** our plans!” the man standing to the right yells, his voice sending another shiver of pleasure through me.
He seems to be just a few inches shorter than the one called Alec but appears to be the most muscular of the three.
“Jace, stop yelling. You’ll draw unwanted attention,” the third one, who’s the shortest by an inch or two reprimands in a stern annoyed voice. This time I suppress the shiver that wants to be triggered by his voice.
“They will still surrender, they’d be stupid to say no when they know we’re just asking to save ourselves the trouble of having to k*** t*** all. They just got scared by the damn mutts these two idiots let slip through,” he says facing the one called Jace.
“Luca’s right, they know they’re as good as d*** if they refuse to surrender,” Alec says, talking to Jace. His reply seems to cause the two kneeling men to relax slightly. “But either way you two are done. You failed to do your job and could have jeopardized our business.”
Alec moves before the two men can even process what he said. He grabs Harry’s head and t***** ****** ******** * **** ***
T*** ***** ******* **** ***. A terrified gasp leaves my mouth before I can stop myself.
All three of the men snap their heads towards me. As terrified as I am, I couldn’t help but admire how gorgeous they are. One look at them and it’s clear that they are related.
They all closely resemble each other, but look different and can clearly be distinguished. Their eyes, hair, and facial expressions being the most noticeable differences.
Alec has blue eyes and looks p***** ***. His hair is shorter on the sides and longer on the top, it’s styled back and has a sleek and powerful look to it.
Jace’s eyes are green and he looks a bit shocked. His hair is also shorter on the sides and longer on top, but unlike Alec’s sleek and styled look, his is messy, carefree, and slightly curly.
Luca, with grey eyes that are behind black-framed glasses has an apathetic expression on his face. His hair is longer than the others and put up in a man bun.
“I w-won’t mention a word of what I saw,” I stutter in my intentionally deepened voice, while slowly trying to walk backwards in retreat. If I can get away from this alive, I will never enter this area dressed as Leo, maybe not even in general.
Alec slowly stalks towards me, while Jace and Luca trail slightly behind him. When they get closer to me they all suddenly stiffen. I see them slightly raise their noses and visibly sniff the air.
Whatever they smelled in the night makes their eyes turn black… I rapidly blink a few times to correct my vision.
Nope. Still black. Maybe I’m having stress-induced hallucinations.
All three of their faces have shock and disbelief flash across them before they let out a low growl…
“No. F*****. Way!” yells Jace, grabbing his head. “I am not gay! The only **** I like is my b**** ** ***, especially when it’s buried deep inside a tight, *** ******!”
“There must be some mistake, our mate can’t be a guy. Nope. I do not swing that way. Maybe he was around our actual mate and had her scent rub off on him,” Alec says, turning towards the other two while running his hand through his black locks.
“There’s no mistake. I know none of us are gay, we would have known if we were by now, but the scent is too strong for it to have just been rubbed off on him. Plus, when I looked into his eyes, I felt the pull, and I bet you guys did too. He is our mate,” Luca says while rubbing his hand over his face, causing Jace to let out a cry of disbelief.
While they are busy discussing whatever the hell they are, I turn and run as quickly and as quietly as possible from the alley.
“Maybe the goddess mistook the tiny guy for a girl when assigning…,” is the last thing I hear Jace say to the others before I pick up my pace and start running, all of them too engrossed in their discussion, to notice my silent escape.
When I get to the main street, I run towards a cab that’s pulling up to grab two drunk girls sitting on the curb.
I run to it and get in before they can properly balance one another and stand straight.
I tell the driver to quickly take me towards the other side of the city in a panicked rush, not wanting to risk them discovering I’ve disappeared until I truly have.
Once I get near my place I give the driver the cab fare and get out. My home is in an abandoned industrial building.
I came across it a few years ago when I had to hide while running from some guys who caught me stealing from them.
I explored it and found that the top floor would make a great place to stay after adding a few necessary things, plus I wouldn’t have to spend the majority of my income on rent.
I have a gas space heater to keep me warm, and a portable gas stove to cook some warm food. I don’t like to cook and I’m not very good at it either, so it’s mostly used to cook ramen noodles.
I plop myself down on my mattress that’s on the floor towards the wall lined with windows.
I contemplate whether I should call the cops and inform them that a double h****** was just committed, or not.
I know that I’m a criminal too and that there’s probably some criminal code or something where you don’t snitch on fellow criminals, but I’m a thief. What I saw was m****r.
That’s a whole other level of s***.
After thinking about it some more, I realize that they seemed pretty experienced with k**** people. That Alec guy k**** them so fast with no hesitation or worry.
They’ve probably done it multiple times before. They probably already got rid of the bodies at this point and cleaned up any evidence that might point towards them.
Plus, if I snitch on them, they seem like the kind of people that would put me on their hit list. I do not want to be on their hit list.
After contemplating for a while, I decided to pretend that tonight didn’t happen. Telling the police won’t bring the two **** guys back.
However, it will further agitate those three m***** and give them the motive to come after me, well add to their current motive. My sense of self-perseverance is outweighing my sense of justice.
Yes, I do have some semblances of a sense of justice despite being a thief.
Trying to clear my mind, I get up and get ready for bed. I’m exhausted, physically, and mentally. It’s been a long night.

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