Hello there! Sorry for the title, my brain decided to run out of creative juices today, so yeah. Ever since I have finished reading Heist Society, random plot bunnies have been talking, and they said I should try writing this fic! Please excuse my amateur writing and notify me of my stupid mistakes.

Disclaimer: I unfortunately never have or will own Heist Society or the Gallagher Girls series. They belong to Ally Carter, a wonderful author, who is not me.

Arrogant. That's what Arturo Taccone thought of the slender man before him. The man who was thought to be arrogant currently stood discreetly on the other side of the room, concealed by dim shadows. Who did this man think he was? He really didn't know who he was messing with, did he? Taccone thought. With a sneer, the peeved mobster spoke. "What makes you think I'll do it?"

Amongst the darkness, the other man raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. "I'm sure that with perfect reasoning we can compromise," the man replied confidently. "If you do your part, we'll be more than happy to do ours."

Arturo Taccone hesitated, and then smirked. "You think you'll be able to handle it? If it was to be done then it would have certainly been done already," he laughed.

"You really think so? Maybe it's because we haven't tried yet," the lean man replied considerately, while eyeing a particular accessory on his ring finger. "Just ask the enemies we've made in the last few centuries. However, that may be a bit impossible."

Taccone scoffed, but then sighed with distrubing defeat. "I don't really have a choice, do I? Besides, what do a couple of brats mean to me? Not even half the price of some good Italian shoes," he noted, while taking a glimpse down at his newly stolen treasures.

"Oh, I'm sure they'll be worth your time, Mr. Taccone. So, do we have a deal?"

The convict grinned and held out his hand. "Certainly, Mr. –" Taccone paused, waiting for a reply.

The other man glanced in the other direction. "If you are who you really think you are, then it is evident that you will find out who I am, who we are, sooner or later," he said tonelessly.

"Why you son of a –"

"Remember," the man interrupted, "don't judge a book by its cover. Especially if that book refers to a person. Until we meet again." With that, the slender man fully disappeared in the shadows, leaving an angered, but resigned mobster to mumble to himself.

Don't worry, Cammie will be in the next chapter, which I hope will be up soon after this one. Also, since it's only a prolouge, it was meant to be this short, and the chapters will be much longer after this.

Review, pretty please?