The Misfit (The Long Con Series, #1) by Lexy Timms

Author:Lexy Timms
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: conartist, police romance, mafia romance, romantic suspense, dark romance, sexy hero, hot and steamy, romance, stockholm syndrome, sexy, sport romance, hired wife, fake girlfriend, happily ever after, sweet love story, bully romance academy romance, coming of age romance, bully romance dark romance, bully romance college, bully romance reverse harem, new adult romance, contemporary romance, crime, crime thriller, heist, thriller, kidnapping, vigilante
Publisher: Dark Shadow Publishing
Published: 2022-06-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Arianna

ARNOLD SWEPT ME INTO the house, guiding me inside before I had a chance to see what was going to happen to the man I had pointed out as my attacker. I heard someone raise their voice in the split-second before the door swung shut behind us, and I tried to push down the wave of guilt. It was him or me, and there wasn’t a chance in fucking hell I was going to throw myself under that buss for the sake of a person who had hit me in the face.

Inside, the house was beautiful; far more refined than the outside, which looked as though it could have come straight from a documentary on the perils of new money. The walls were lined with paintings, some of them originals, and I found my eyes lingering on some, pricing them in my mind. I could make a fortune, enough to retire on, just from the contents of this room. Damn, it was tempting to snatch one, just a little one...

“If you wouldn’t mind waiting here,” Arnold told me, as he pushed open a heavy wooden door that led to a living area. A few couches surrounded an unlit fireplace, rows of books covering the walls. It seemed as though nobody had actually been in there in a long time, the room being more for show than it was for the act of actually living.

I stepped inside and perched on the edge of the couch. I could hear, distantly, some yelling outside, and I hoped the man I had pointed to wasn’t getting in too much trouble. That was my soft heart, it always got me in trouble.

I looked around the room, taking it all in. Whoever had put this place together had done so with the intent of showing off to everyone they could. I could see a few antiques around the edges of the bookcase – a pen here, a notebook there, small trinkets that would have likely fetched a fortune on the black market. I might be able to palm one or two without anyone noticing, if I was quick enough.

What the fuck was I thinking? I scolded myself, reminding myself how dangerous this situation was. The last thing I needed was for one of them to walk in on me taking one of their precious antiques - I would be strung out to dry in a second, and, if I was that stupid, I would have deserved it.

I clasped my hands on my lap, hoping I could submerge the urge to steal. It was just a comfort thing, really, scoping out the room like that; it made me feel as though I had some control of the situation, even if I knew I didn’t.

How much did Jacob remember? No – Arnold, that was his name, he had introduced himself when we were walking into the building. Why had he given me a different name at the hotel? Maybe he had reason to look out for people who might have wanted the worst for him, and he had no way to prove I wasn’t one of them.

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