Novel & Cerita Billionaire Gangsters

in gangster TV shows and dramas. Most men are wimps. Products of "civilized" society. No testosterone, no balls, and damn sure no ambition. They sit in their bedrooms donating their money to online girls who fake interest in them. Me, I've built a kingdom on bones and blood-the corpses of men who thought they could get in my way. You want something in life, you've gotta take it. And I've taken. But now sitting here in my penthouse overlooking Billionaire's Row in New York City, I'm bored.

LUCIANO Things were beginning to go wrong in my world…in this perfect syndicate I crafted for myself in the midst of these foolish humans. Lounging on a couch in a VIP room in my casino, I wondered what could be setting off the fireworks. I never had a reason to worry about turf wars, but now, it seemed like the recent move of a notorious gang into the city would be more of a headache than I ever imagined. Vale had broken the news to me early this morning. The gang was a group of bikers known to dabble in various murky waters. Ranging from drug and women trafficking, to petty political thefts that were starting to destabilize the economy.

“And?” “And that makes you leverage.” She frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means hurting you becomes a way to hurt me.” Aria blinked in disbelief. “Why would anyone care about hurting you?” A humorless smile touched his lips briefly. “You really don’t know who I am.” “No.” For the first time, Lucien seemed genuinely surprised by something. Then he walked toward a nearby table and tossed a magazine onto it. Aria looked down. Her breath caught. The cover showed Lucien standing beside politicians and businessmen beneath flashing cameras. LUCIEN MORETTI: THE BILLIONAIRE KING OF NEW YORK. Her eyes widened slowly.

“This is the home of the famous businessman, Gabriel Stark! People chase this company because of him, as he’s one of the most successful men in New York City. They talk about him every day, not only because he’s young and a self-made billionaire, but because he could make everyone successful in this company.” Crap. This was why I should’ve studied more about the company. How was I supposed to get this job? Mr. Stark would immediately see right through me. I dreaded the thought of getting back on the plane to Phoenix. “Oh, this company made billions. They made a name for themselves in the fashion industry across the United States and Europe in just two years. Two years! Imagine that. Stark Ap

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

Hence he never thought of anyone else other than his original peers of gangsters and syndicate were the perpetrator of this incident. On top of the humiliations and the unfairness that he felt right now, for such things to happened to him, he also had to worry another things, which is the money and the drugs that were gone along with the BJ Streamers and a bunch of his gangsters underlings. Because, that money and drugs, is actually not his, only 10 percent of the drugs that White Star Entertainment had were produce by him and the rest belonged to the Dragon Bei Triad.

His bodyguards stood like a wall around him, and he had just ended his phone call. “Excuse me,” I said to one of the guards. “I need to speak to your boss.” The guards stepped aside, and the man turned. I froze. It was Hunter Steele. The richest billionaire in the country. Ruthless. Untouchable. His name alone struck fear into people’s hearts. Stories of his cruelty were legendary. He was said to especially hate women because his mother had abandoned him for a wealthier man when he was a child. Also, there were rumours that he had strong connections with the Mafia but the rumours were never confirmed.

It's their story. Three men. Self-made billionaires who built an empire from nothing. No family money, no trust funds, no elite boarding schools. They clawed their way up from the bottom and became gods in the financial world. I click through their website. Professional photos, corporate bios, press releases about their latest acquisitions. The names: Blackville. De Santos. Smith. No first names listed. Just surnames and initials in the corporate headshots—faces partially shadowed, deliberately vague. It's a power move. Mystery creates mystique.

Bruno brought out a stick of cigarette, which he lit immediately, handing it over to Corbin who took it from him, placing it between his lips "Who's your best card player here?" "uhh, you wanna gamble?" Bruno asked, chuckling "Grassfinch, that is his name, always in a black mask, I have wanted both of you to play together, but you haven't been coming for a while, and Grass Finch is not here yet, he would soon be here. I am sure of that." Bruno started, excitedly. "Grassfinch, he his a crazy gambler, they call him the king of gambling in this Casino...He his a weird guy...."

I promised. I took what men I could, the bitter, the ambitious, the overlooked. The ones Antonioni had stepped on for years. And so... the Viper Gang was born. We moved fast, struck hard. Small jobs first, weapons, pickpocketing, and racketeering. Then bigger scores. Smarter hits. Soon, the Vipers were a name even Antonioni couldn’t ignore. And now... years later... the time had come. I would take everything from him. Piece by piece. The 100 billion euros.