Billionaire Gangsters Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Megan and the others crossed their arms and scoffed. Soon, more trucks arrived and they filled up almost the entire street. Megan and the others were shocked. All the trucks had surrounded the square in front of Bersina Group and blocked all escape routes. “King Kong, this bitch slapped me!” A sinister-looking bald man came over. “King Kong? Gold Tooth’s right-hand man, King Kong?!” Carlos’ face turned pale as he stared at the man. Gold Tooth and Dan Niners were the biggest gangsters in the underworld. Carlos heard a lot about them when he hung out with his friends.

"You guys aren't successful businessmen, are you? I suspected from the start that you were a group of people who were being discussed everywhere. Right?" "What do you mean?" "You guys are gangsters, right?" Will laughed so hard that he made the people around him turn to him, Calista and Isabelle were also confused as to why Will was laughing like that. "Why are you laughing?" Calista asked, looking at him sharply. "You're wrong if you think we're gangsters, we're not that low if you want to know." "Well then, you guys are a bunch of mobsters." And another expression from Will was again seen by Calista, this time he did not laugh and further believed that they were indeed from the mafia group

He turned his gaze towards Max, and it was as if he carried the secrets of the world within his eyes, a knowledge that transcended their shared past. ** In the shadowy underworld of the city, Francisco was a name that sent shivers down spines. As the leader of the gangsters, he ruled with an iron fist, his reputation preceding him wherever he went. He was ruthless, callous, and unapologetic in his pursuit of power and control. Killing, drug dealing, property jacking, money heists, and drug supply were all part of his dark repertoire. Francisco's reach extended even to the corridors of power, where he subtly manipulated the government to serve his interests.

All this time, Lexi was known as a cold billionaire, and ignored all women because he still couldn't move on from his first wife who had died. The door is opened. A waitress came in and took their order. Furthermore, it was predictable that Lexi was no longer enthusiastic about being there. It was clear that Cassandra wanted to be closer to the sole heir of the Ricardo Group. Even though he is a widower, he has a handsome face and good body. By the time the dinner was over, Lexi didn't show that he was enthusiastic about Cassandra. In fact, he did not offer the model to go home with him.