A Luck of a Thief

Adrian was running at full speed down a dark street, still wet from the rain. He could hear footsteps behind him but didn’t dare look back. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into?” he thought as he darted into a smaller alley on the right. At least he had the luck of knowing these streets like the back of his hand. The downside was that he had knowingly fled into a dead-end alley. He heard the rapid footsteps of the two men chasing him, and fortunately, they ran past, but they would soon realize he hadn’t kept running. It was only a matter of time before they caught him. He took the book, wrapped it in a plastic bag, and hid it under a stone.

It should have been a straightforward break-in, quick in and out, but he just had to look for the jewelry as well. He found it but triggered the alarm in the process. He quickly bolted from the villa, knowing the police wouldn’t come, but men, each with a gun in hand, would. One of them shot at him, but fortunately missed. He had no choice but to run as fast as he could. It was clear the men, whoever they were, intended to kill him, but if he didn’t get the book to Martel, then Martel’s goons would finish him off. There was no messing around with that maniac.

He heard footsteps and hid, but he knew they would find him. He had nowhere to run. He concealed himself just enough to hope he could slip past them and catch them by surprise as he slid by. They were just a few steps away; it was now or never. He jumped up and ran, but only made it three, maybe four steps before one of them grabbed him and struck him over the head with the butt of a gun. Darkness immediately embraced him and he hoped he could stay in the dark.

Adrian had found himself in this whole mess just like most men do—because of a beautiful woman. By profession, if you could call it that, he was a pickpocket and burglar, but not an average one. He often bragged that he could steal a gold tooth from someone’s mouth without them noticing. He was skilled at diverting attention and bypassing most alarm systems. All this knowledge had saved his life when he met Selena. Adrian stole from the young and the old, the poor (if there was anything worth stealing), and the rich. From men and women alike. He didn’t care at all. The only thing he never wanted was to get involved with the mafia.

About two weeks before his nighttime adventure, he had gone to the club named Hell. This was where the city’s elite usually gathered, screwing each other, pouring outrageously expensive drinks down their throats, and snorting cocaine or some other shit he’d never heard about. A perfect opportunity for him. Hundreds of dollars in every wallet, valuable jewelry, watches—it was like being in a candy store. He had to admit he enjoyed his job. He stole from rich snobs who considered themselves incredibly smart but always fell for his lies. After all, he looked like he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. No one would suspect that he had actually grown up on the streets since he ran away from the orphanage.

The biggest challenge was how to get into the club. He had to wait for the right opportunity and soon saw it. He knew that almost every Friday, Dallas, a gorgeous singer adored by thousands of fans, would come to the club, and Adrian also knew that Dallas preferred the company of men over women.

He approached him before he could go through the main entrance, his step having a slight hint of femininity.

“Dallas, darling,” he shouted at him, “I never got the chance to thank you for the last time.” He walked up to him as if to kiss him on the cheek but pretended to changed his mind at the last moment. One of the security guards immediately leaped towards him.

No one knew why Dallas had chosen that name; in reality, his name was Ivano, and he had indeed met Adrian about a month ago. The singer had snorted so much cocaine that he was publicly rubbing up against nearly every young man who passed by. He feared that if his fans found out he played for the other team, it could severely damage his career. That’s when Adrian introduced himself, hoping that tonight’s heist would succeed.

“You know,” Adrian said with a smile, “at the Politana?” He winked at him, and Dallas, a bit confused, looked him straight in the eye.

“Right, Dario, isn’t it?”

Adrian offered his hand. “Dario, of course.” He immediately positioned himself beside Dallas, and together, with the security guard trailing behind, they walked through the entrance holding each other’s hands.

“You know what, darling, I’ll just grab a drink, and I’ll be right back,” Adrian said, blowing him a kiss, then walking away from the confused singer, who clearly wanted to keep the young thief’s company.

Of course, he had no intention of returning. He glanced around. The dance floor was packed, but he began by circling around. He had a knack for recognizing the most suitable victims. He regretted that Michael wasn’t with him; together, they could have easily made off with around a thousand dollars. Most of the people were already drunk, everyone was high. He managed to swipe a few hundred dollars. The real art wasn’t in stealing wallets but in returning them. But he was highly trained. He’d take a wallet from a man’s pocket, pull out some bills, and return it without the man noticing anything. He knew that if he took the wallet, sooner or later someone would make a fuss, so he hadn’t yet gone for the big stuff; that would come when he was more or less on his way out.

Everything would probably have ended well if he had stuck to this plan, but then he met her.

“Hey, dance with me.” She didn’t wait for his response; she grabbed him and pulled him onto the dance floor.

Adrian was a good dancer. In a way, dancing was part of his “job.” Besides, Selena was one of those girls that made men lose their heads. At the time, he didn’t know that with Selena, that could literally happen. She was sparkling, intelligent, not a beauty in the classic Playboy sense, but simply stunning just the way she was.

He quickly forgot about his plan to leave the club with a few hundred dollars in his pocket and just as much in jewelry.

“I love to dance,” she whispered in his ear and pressed her hips against his groin. She moved slightly against him, feeling him grow.

“What about you?”

He pressed his lips to her ear. He lifted his hips a little, pressing the full hardness of his erection against her ass.

“I don’t know, I see dancing as a test. As foreplay.” His hands traveled over her waist under her shirt. He felt a small piercing on her navel. One hand traveled lower, under her dress, which he slightly lifted, and lightly brushed against her labia, which he felt through her panties. With the other hand, he moved higher to her breasts and gently circled her nipple with his middle finger.

Suddenly, she turned around and pressed herself tightly against him.

“Come with me!”

She pulled him after her, dragging him through a door behind the bar that he hadn’t noticed before. They almost ran down a dark hallway and arrived at a room. At first glance, he could tell what it was meant for. He thought for a moment that she was a stripper and that she would charge him. On the other hand, that wasn’t a problem as he had enough money in his pocket. If he was going to pay, he’d do it with some rich asshole’s money.

She tiredly threw herself onto a leather couch with a glass of wine in her hand.

“Who are you anyway, Adrian? I don’t remember seeing you here before.” Her gaze was that of a hungry cat. From above, he had a hypnotic view of her breasts, barely concealed under a red dress that clung to her like a second skin.

He stepped towards her, took the glass from her hand, and took a sip. He didn’t know why, it seemed sexy at the time, but was most likely pathetic.

“I’m new in town,” he said simply.

“Ah-ha. I like new things.”

She kicked off her shoes, and her foot traveled up the inside of his leg, past his knee, all the way to his groin.

“What about you, do you like new things?”

“Only if they’re dangerous.” He realized it was a stupid line, but it just slipped out.

She laughed. “You have no idea how dangerous I am.”

He stepped closer to her and lifted her towards him. Her hands gripped his butt, and their lips met in a hot kiss. Then she turned around, and he pressed her against the wall. He pushed his erection against her hot ass, desired to enter her from behind, but resisted and kissed her neck. She moaned deeply and threw her head back, her light brown hair cascading over his shoulder.

He leaned back a bit to unzip her dress.

“Careful, it wasn’t cheap,” she whispered, grinding her butt against his erection. Slowly, he pushed it down over her hips, and it slid to the floor. He lifted her slightly, grabbed her, and lifted her onto the nearby table. When he straightened up, he took off her panties and buried his face between her legs. She moaned and wrapped her thighs around his head.

“Lick me until I cum,” she almost screamed at him, but he had no intention of stopping. Their foreplay had already started on the dance floor.

He sucked her clitoris, gently rubbing it with his tongue. She grabbed his head, pulling him tightly into her and screamed. Her pelvis shook with orgasm, and as it subsided, she grabbed his face and lifted it to hers. She moaned as they kissed, slowly coming down from the orgasmic spasms.
“You can’t imagine how much I needed that,” she said, and he was a little afraid that this was it. Well, he’d go home and take care of himself in front of some bad German porn.
As if reading his mind, she pulled him back to her. Skillfully, she discarded her bra and lay down on the table on her stomach. Her head was right by his pants, and she unzipped them. Her fingers brought him out, and she took him into her mouth. From this position, he had an insane view of her perfectly rounded ass. He could feel her lips on the tip and her tongue circling it. He wanted to finish in her mouth, but he also wanted to taste everything else she had to offer before that happened.
He pulled away, and she turned around again, spreading her legs. He stood by the table and entered her. She moaned as he penetrated her and grabbed her breasts. He started thrusting slowly, but his pace increased, and he pressed harder.
“More, harder,” she shouted at him, and he let go of whatever restraint he had left. He thrust into her until he passed the point of no return, and the orgasm exploded in his groin, spreading through his entire body. He roared and thrust as he came inside her. He half-collapsed onto her when he heard the door open. He turned around and saw a man storming toward him angrily. The man looked familiar. He heard her shout something, but the blow knocked him to the ground. He thought he heard something like “Daddy.”

When he came to, everything hurt, and he tasted blood in his mouth. At first, he couldn’t remember where he was and tried to stand, but he was tied to a chair.
“He’s awake,” he heard a male voice.
He got a slap.
“Hey, wake up!”
He lifted his head and saw the man who had burst through the door and hit him. Now he knew why the man looked familiar. It was Martel, one of the mafia bosses.
“You fucked my daughter, you piece of shit.”
His head spun. He knew the only reason he wasn’t dead yet was that he hadn’t suffered enough.
“I-I didn’t know…” It made sense now. The club belonged to him, and Selena knew exactly where to take him to be alone. Did she do this on purpose?
Martel raised his fist, and Adrian expected another blow, but the mobster lowered his hand.
“You have my daughter to thank for still being alive. She wouldn’t forgive me if I killed you.” He brought his face dangerously close. “I’d throw you to the dogs alive, you little shit.”
Great, Adrian, you pissed off the most dangerous man in town, he thought, wondering how he could get out of this.
“I’ll do anything you want, Mr. Martel, to make this right.” His words stumbled as his face was completely swollen.
“What the hell would I do with you?” Martel stared at him for a while. “I’ve heard you’re a good thief?”
He felt a glimmer of hope. “The best, Mr. Martel.”
Martel turned to him. “Then I might have a job for you. If you succeed, you’ll save your skin. If not, I have a pack of hungry dogs.”

That’s how Adrian found himself in front of Evelina’s villa. He had planned this heist for two weeks. His instructions were clear: he had to bring back the book from her safe at any cost. Apparently, Martel wanted to eliminate the competition. If Martel was one of the most dangerous men in town, Evelina was certainly the most dangerous woman. And he would’ve gotten away with it if he hadn’t been greedy and triggered the alarm while looking for jewelry. That was stupid.

Adrian woke up and before he could even start thinking clearly, he had a familiar feeling. He slowly realized he was tied to a chair.
He lifted his head.
“Where’s the book?” a female voice demanded.
His memory was coming back slowly. He had been running down a dark alley but got hit on the head. The only thing he was sure of at this moment was that it wasn’t good to be getting so many hits to the head. Especially the kind that knocks you out. Maybe it would have been better if he hadn’t woken up after the last one, especially because of what he’d heard about Evelina.
“So?”
He lifted his head slightly, but he couldn’t make out the person in front of him clearly. It was too bright, and his head was still foggy.
“I-I don’t know…”
She laughed, and only then did he realize who he was talking to. She stood in front of him in tight red leather. Her dark brown hair was braided and fell past her shoulder. She held a glass with a brown liquid and two ice cubes.
“One more time, where is it?” She walked over to the table behind her and picked up a knife.
She approached him, grabbed his hair, and lifted his head. The knife came close to his face.
At forty-one, she was just as beautiful as she was dangerous. The stories he’d heard about her started to spin in his head. They said she wore red leather so blood wouldn’t show as much. At least that’s what he’d heard.
“I’ll cut it off,” she said with a cruel smile on her face. “You’ll look real cute with a soprano voice.”
Her hand slid from his knee to his penis, which had shriveled up in fear.
“Please,” he mumbled. The fog of unconsciousness cleared instantly. He was thinking about how he could get out of this, but there simply wasn’t a way.
“Last chance.”
She unzipped his pants and pulled him out. He felt the cold sharpness of the blade at the base of his penis.
“The doctor is already waiting. We’ll patch you up, and then I’ll find something else to cut off until you tell me. Believe me, Adrian, no one has lasted to the end. I always get what I want.”
“Okay, okay, in the street where they found me. On the right, there’s a stone. I hid it under the stone.”
“If you’re lying…” her eyes flashed dangerously.
“I swear…”
She left through the door but came back soon.
She stared at him for a few moments. “Who sent you, Adrian? You seem smart enough to know that messing with me isn’t a good idea.”
“Martel. Martel sent me. I-I messed up.”
She nodded. “You did. You really did.”
If Evelina didn’t kill him, Martel would. His dogs were surely waiting eagerly for him. It took about half an hour before the door opened, and one of the men who had been chasing him brought her the book. She opened it and checked that everything was in order. The man left, and Adrian, with his penis still exposed, waited to see what the mafia queen would do to him.
She walked up to him. Her face relaxed. “Can I tell you something?” Her lips touched his ear, and her breasts pressed against his shoulder. “I wouldn’t have actually cut it off. I don’t have the stomach to torture people.”
She laughed, took a step back, and placed the book on the table. “I don’t think it’s necessary. You know, it’s enough to create stories and convince people to believe them.”
He didn’t understand what was happening.
“Don’t get me wrong. If you hadn’t told me, I would’ve called Alfonso, and he would’ve taken care of you.” She turned to him. “But I wouldn’t watch.”
She walked towards him again, but she unzipped her leather outfit, revealing her cleavage. Adrian stared at her. Was she going to play with him before killing him?
She sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her full breasts, only half-hidden by the red leather, were just below his eyes.

“Men can be handled in a much easier way,” she whispered, pressing her lips against his. She bit his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth. Her hand moved to his crotch, grabbing his penis, which was suddenly no longer afraid. She began to play with it, and he let out an involuntary deep sigh. She kissed him again, and this time, he returned the kiss. All thoughts about what might happen next vanished from his mind.

She stood up again and pushed him back, causing him to fall over with the chair onto his back. His hands, still tied behind him, strained in pain from the fall, but he didn’t care. She spread her legs and stood over his head. She unzipped her outfit completely and slowly slipped out of it. For a moment, she stood above him in her underwear, then discarded her bra and panties.

She carefully lowered herself onto his chest. “If you bite me, Alfonz will deal with you. Do you understand?”
“I promise I won’t,” he managed to mumble as she lifted her pelvis to his mouth. The thought didn’t even cross his mind.

He felt her wetness against his lips and extended his tongue inside her. She threw her head back, her braid whipping through the air, and moaned. He thrust his tongue deeper into her, and she lowered herself slightly, sliding her clit against his tongue. She leaned forward with her hands, grasping his head between her thighs. His face was completely soaked in her juices as she practically rubbed against his entire face. He had no idea how much time had passed when she screamed and sped up so much that he feared she might break his neck. She collapsed onto him, kissing him while grabbing his penis with one hand, vigorously massaging it in sync with her orgasmic convulsions.

After calming down a bit, she kissed him once more and lifted him back up, still in the chair. She climbed onto him again. He felt himself entering her, experiencing the wonderful warmth of a woman surrounding his penis. He had to muster all his strength to avoid coming immediately. She grasped his head with both hands and started kissing him as her body began to move rhythmically. He felt his tip sliding inside her wetness, and heat spread throughout his body.

She pressed his head against her breasts and increased the tempo. Moans escaped her mouth, eventually turning into near screams.

He could feel himself approaching the point of no return. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, wanted it to last as long as possible, but it was simply too overwhelming. Especially after the trauma he had just endured.

“Ah,” she half-screamed when she felt his penis throb inside her, and a moment later, she felt the first spurt shoot into her, unable to keep count after that. As soon as she felt him release, a second orgasm exploded within her. They climaxed together, him inside her, her on top of him, and for a few moments, time ceased to exist.

They listened to each other’s heavy breathing, and Adrijan could feel her heart pounding. He lived in a dream for a few more moments before reality dawned on him again.

Now she’s going to kill me, he thought, hoping she would at least do it quickly. The mafia king had dogs, what did the queen had? Fucking lions?

She stood up and got dressed.

“We still have something to do,” she said, smiling at him. She couldn’t help but enjoy his fear. She knew exactly what was going through his mind.

She walked to the door and said something, but he couldn’t quite hear what it was. He expected her men to enter the room and shoot him, or something worse.

Instead, a girl entered the room. She looked to be around twenty-five. Evelina smiled at him and knelt beside him.

“Dianna is a true makeup artist. She could work in Hollywood, but I pay her more.”

Dianna opened a case she had brought with her, but he couldn’t see what was inside.

“You know,” Evelina continued, “if everyone knew that I really don’t like blood, they would all come after me, and eventually, someone would destroy me. No, the illusion must remain.”

Now it became clear to him what Evelina had in mind, and a glimmer of hope flashed through his thoughts.

She winked at him. “We’re just going to send Martel a few photos.”

Dianna started her work, and about three hours later, he looked like a horribly mutilated corpse. Once he was ready, Alfonz came over and took a few photos. Then, without a word, he left, and Evelina approached him.

“I’ve heard you’re a man of many talents, Adrian.” She walked over to him and removed the handcuffs from his wrists. “From now on, you work for me. If you screw me over in any way, then…” she showed him a picture of himself, “this will become a reality. Understood?”

Well, considering how his adventure had started, it could have ended much worse, he thought as he kissed her hand.