Billionaire Gangsters Novels & Stories

he replied with his rich, baritone voice. I knew it! Oh my goddess! The legendary NightShade Pack! The name sent shockwaves through the underworld of New York City, where power and wealth were tightly intertwined. This was the pack that produced some of the most influential businessmen. The pack territory was rumored to be rich in gold, having the largest gold mines, fueling a trade that extended far beyond its borders. The stories about this pack were incredible; it was said to be overflowing with wealth. Even the second richest man in the city had ties to it—a name that was often whispered among the elite, something like "Matt."

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.

She found herself unable to quit laughing for some reason. "I'm serious." "And who says you aren't?" She stood to her feet sharply, startling him. "You are a fucking billionaire, how can you not have any investments, you mean to say your acting career and your father's work automatically made you a billionaire, who the hell do you think you're kidding?" She challenged him.

He was one of the most richest man of the world and he liked to show off his riches. People were awestruck seeing such eye captivating and magnificent decorations. It was an assemblage of about 350 people, all of them belonging to the high ranks of Irish mafia, Arabian mafias, Italian mafias, Indian mafias, Pakistani mafia, Chinese mafia, Japanese mafias and Russian mafias. All of them who were no less than the monsters.

He expressed to Liam that he hadn't no interest in the mafia's money, which boiled Liam's blood. He heaved a deep sigh to compose himself. He didn't need to put up with such shit. He could move mountains for his brothers. Yes! They were the leaders of a powerful mafia organization. Liam offered him help, not from mafia money. He was the owner of a construction business, hotels, restaurants and clubs in almost every major city around the world, along with several shipping companies, which are operated by his youngest brother Kairo in New York, London, Singapore and India. Danil left to make a call. "Good job Danny! Dan did not even get the feeling of suspicion." He said, patting his back.

That is a real gangster move, if you ask me. Gangsters, hooligans, hoodlums, varmints, knave, rogues, miscreants, criminals. Those are the name they call us, but when you push even the most peaceful of men to the wall, when you allow a man's survival instinct to kick in, then you have a beast to deal with. And that is all we do, we survive instead of really live. Now the question is, who is the real criminal, who is the miscreant or the hoodlum? The animal that is trying to survive a society pushing him to a wall of suffering and penury and frustrations, or the ones who make sure that others do not grow, that they do not amount to anything other than thugs, miscreants, varmints, hooligans, h

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

Back then, Paige, Harriet, and I were engaged in some drinks in the living room. I was informed by Paige last night that her brother owned not only an architectural and interior design firm but also a real estate company and a top-tier construction company marked with a triple-A rating. It's amusing to think that a gangster like him has achieved something. Our professions are closely related, as I discovered that Trace Dimagiba is a licensed architect. And I never thought that could be possible for someone like him.