Cillian: The Boston Syndicate, Book Four

I never imagined that an alluring thief would turn my carefully constructed world upside down. Or that I would like it.

Nova

I'm no thief with a heart of gold. I steal from the rich and give to myself to make ends meet. One day I'll have enough to get the hell out of New Orleans to start fresh, away from the memories of everything I've lost.

I should have known the first time I laid eyes on the dark-haired man in a custom suit, he was more than just another mark. But I didn't.

I should have wal...