Chapter 12

Pete smiled fondly at the unpleasant memory, swinging his legs off the bed, he moved to the small drawer by the bathroom door where he had dropped his wrap of weed, he picked it up, searched his Jean for a lighter and took one long drag of it, exhaled dramatically and closed his eyes for a second or two. The gang. He could still remember when he'd first found Valeria, a known and almost busted hooker with a record of stealing that preceded her. From gold to diamond to lamps, wedding rings, shoes, cars, even priced books. Valeria had a way to her that endeared her to Pete. At her age, she still had the school girl heart that made her value the materialistic things of life. While he'd gathered more than three Ferraris, two yachts, a jet, eight helicopters and enough gold bars that he lost count of, Valeria had instead collected diamond encrusted earrings, artworks and artifacts from renowned museums around the world. Being the leader of the gang meant he had to agree what deals and take