《Heart Of Stone》Chapter 1
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In the middle of a marketplace in a town called Mortimer, a young man walks around and discreetly stealing from unknowing townspeople, keeping a low profile. When he took one last thing from this bald, fat aristocrat, he walks into a dark alley, leaning against the wall with one foot up and his arms crossed, seemingly waiting for someone. After a few minutes of waiting, three more guys came into the alley. The middle man walks up to the one leaning against the wall, smirking,
"Sooo, did you get anything good? Maybe we will eat good tonight." The other two cheer behind him as the other nods, taking out a bag full of stolen goods and gives it to the guy who seemed to be the boss of these band of thieves. The boss proceeds to rifle through the bag, calculating how much they will sell for as the other two starts chatting with the younger guy.
Once the head honcho finished picking through the bag, he whistles to get their attention and jerks his head behind him as a signal to follow him. The three boys stopped talking, giving each other a quick look before they get up and follow him. The whole group walked back to their hideout silently and unnoticeable, making sure to leave to space between them, so they don't look suspicious. The group makes it out of the marketplace, returning to there base, and everyone went their separate ways, everyone except the boss and the young man from before.
He had a hand on the other's shoulder, smiling at him, and he leads him to his' office.' There was just one window, so the light made it better to see the two. There was a bulky man with a few scars and tattoos, his face was oval, but with a narrow chin with a little stubble and a chiseled nose with cat-like dark chocolate eyes that have faint crows feet, he had long, straight dirty blonde hair in a low bun. The other, younger, man was lean and a little skinny, he had ahead of copper hair in a short, asymmetrical cut with longer bangs on top a round head. He had dark mustard colored almond eyes and a thin nose. The big boss sits down at his desk, leaning back on his chair and gestures for the other to sit down. The younger copper-haired man sits down with a sigh, an eyebrow raised.
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"I brought you here to talk to you about something. You are one of my best thieves, a valuable member of this motley crew.", he says with a massive grin on his face. The young man leans forward, an unamused look on his face,
"What does that have to do with me, Max?" Max chuckles, shaking his head,
"So impatient. As I was getting at, I have a huge job for us. One that will change everything." He sits up straight at that, arms crossing,
"A job that could change everything...So what's the plan?" The big man puts his hand on the table, a sly smirk on his face,
"I knew you would be in, but this will be dangerous. The target will be a party chock-full of rich, wealthy, people and of course, dominates. So I want you to be extra careful and keep your head down." The other man gives his boss a slightly confused look, staring at him hesitantly,
"You're not going to like ban me from this heist, are you? Because I'm a submissive." He laughs, throwing his head back,
"When has that stopped you?! You know I won't stop you. I'm not your dominant anyway, so you can do whatever you want." The younger man humphs, looking away with his arms still crossed,
"Like I would listen to you or any dominate anyway." Max gives a feral grin, coming over to pat his back,
"That's the Jasper, I know! Now get some rest, you are going to need it. In three days, we are going to do this."
Jasper nods, standing up and leaving the 'office' before he heads back to his room he was given a cut of the money from one of the other guys after everything sold. He lays in his bed after getting to his place, arms under his head, and staring up at the ceiling in thought, 'Three days...just three days until my life changes forever. I never thought I would get this far..' He closed his eyes, rolling onto his side and curling up, wanting to sleep well before the huge heist. For in three days, the world as he knows it will shatter and change forever for this young submissive.
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