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mastery of lock picking, to safe cracking. One time, I had a sleepover at a famous celebrity’s mansion. In the wee hours of the night, I was able to short circuit a state of the art burglar alarm system as the family slept. I took a small fortune in diamonds from their safe. I slept with them in bed until my grandfather picked me up the next morning. The family never suspected me. My first real joy other than making my grandfather proud of me was to see the heist being reported on national news for weeks.
It was in my blood, it was innately imbedded in me, the insatiable desire for thievery. It wasn’t until I turned eighteen, that I was caught doing what my family considered a cardinal sin. The debauchery led my mother to take me to a psychiatrist. My father had come home a day early from a vacation from France and caught me in a compromising position. I was indulging in a ménage a trois with two men. They were brothers, the muscle-bound maintenance man and the handsome chauffer.
The maintenance man had his cock up my tight ass, while the chauffer fucked my vagina unmercifully at a jackhammer speed. The erogenous sensation was ecstasy as the two men wantonly pounded me in every crevice and orifice. Their molestation had been going on for years, since I was sixteen. It all began one day when I caught the maintenance man masturbating while I sunbathed nude by the Olympic sized swimming pool. I gave him a staunch ultimatum. Either he fucks me with his super-sized cock, or I tell my dad. He chose the former, with no hesitation. That’s when I suggested he bring in his handsome brother.
Needless to say, after the discovery, both employees were fired. I was later diagnosed as being a nymphomaniac as well as a kleptomaniac. I really didn’t have no problem with that, because even at that tender age, I knew it was true. What I didn’t know, was that my grandmother, Mary Buck, had the same psychological perversions, only she had a predilection for murder. My family knew this, and yet no one told me. I had never harmed anyone in a heist.
At least not yet.
CHAPTER ONE
The Rivalry
The only thorn in our family’s business has been the Italian family, the Gotti’s. Their father, Jonny Gotti used to be friends with my family. Then, due to rivalry, competition, and a big heist that the Gotti family reneged on, they have become my family’s nemesis. A few years back, in Antwerps, Belgium, a team of Gotti family members were able to circumvent a thousand dollars’ worth of high-tech security equipment by breaking into a subterranean bank vault three stories underground. They made off with a haul of cash, precious metals, gems, and of course, a huge quantity of cut and rough diamonds. The heist nabbed one hundred million in loot as well. The bag of diamonds alone weighed forty pounds.
What caused the rift between our families was the fact that my grandfather had provided all the expertise and technical knowledge, as well as data he had gleaned over years of studying for the caper. The Gotti family was to work in synergy with us. Instead, without warning, they pulled off the job a day early without telling us, and made off with the lick scot-free. To this day, Belgian authorities still don’t know who masterminded the heist.
Therefore, as you may have guessed by now, the coveted allure of a heist brings me all the way across the world. Like some morbid thrill seeker, an enthralling addiction was so innately in my biological make up that it was hereditary. My insatiable thirst was for a mission that was as daring as a modern day Brinks heist. It consumed me. It wouldn’t let me go. I had to take my chance, no matter how risky it was.
A few weeks ago, in Pretoria South Africa, a peasant minor was trolling for diamonds thirty feet below the earth’s surface when he spotted what he thought was a flash of light the wall just above him. It was a diamond, weighing a ridiculous one point
It was in my blood, it was innately imbedded in me, the insatiable desire for thievery. It wasn’t until I turned eighteen, that I was caught doing what my family considered a cardinal sin. The debauchery led my mother to take me to a psychiatrist. My father had come home a day early from a vacation from France and caught me in a compromising position. I was indulging in a ménage a trois with two men. They were brothers, the muscle-bound maintenance man and the handsome chauffer.
The maintenance man had his cock up my tight ass, while the chauffer fucked my vagina unmercifully at a jackhammer speed. The erogenous sensation was ecstasy as the two men wantonly pounded me in every crevice and orifice. Their molestation had been going on for years, since I was sixteen. It all began one day when I caught the maintenance man masturbating while I sunbathed nude by the Olympic sized swimming pool. I gave him a staunch ultimatum. Either he fucks me with his super-sized cock, or I tell my dad. He chose the former, with no hesitation. That’s when I suggested he bring in his handsome brother.
Needless to say, after the discovery, both employees were fired. I was later diagnosed as being a nymphomaniac as well as a kleptomaniac. I really didn’t have no problem with that, because even at that tender age, I knew it was true. What I didn’t know, was that my grandmother, Mary Buck, had the same psychological perversions, only she had a predilection for murder. My family knew this, and yet no one told me. I had never harmed anyone in a heist.
At least not yet.
CHAPTER ONE
The Rivalry
The only thorn in our family’s business has been the Italian family, the Gotti’s. Their father, Jonny Gotti used to be friends with my family. Then, due to rivalry, competition, and a big heist that the Gotti family reneged on, they have become my family’s nemesis. A few years back, in Antwerps, Belgium, a team of Gotti family members were able to circumvent a thousand dollars’ worth of high-tech security equipment by breaking into a subterranean bank vault three stories underground. They made off with a haul of cash, precious metals, gems, and of course, a huge quantity of cut and rough diamonds. The heist nabbed one hundred million in loot as well. The bag of diamonds alone weighed forty pounds.
What caused the rift between our families was the fact that my grandfather had provided all the expertise and technical knowledge, as well as data he had gleaned over years of studying for the caper. The Gotti family was to work in synergy with us. Instead, without warning, they pulled off the job a day early without telling us, and made off with the lick scot-free. To this day, Belgian authorities still don’t know who masterminded the heist.
Therefore, as you may have guessed by now, the coveted allure of a heist brings me all the way across the world. Like some morbid thrill seeker, an enthralling addiction was so innately in my biological make up that it was hereditary. My insatiable thirst was for a mission that was as daring as a modern day Brinks heist. It consumed me. It wouldn’t let me go. I had to take my chance, no matter how risky it was.
A few weeks ago, in Pretoria South Africa, a peasant minor was trolling for diamonds thirty feet below the earth’s surface when he spotted what he thought was a flash of light the wall just above him. It was a diamond, weighing a ridiculous one point
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