Billionaire Gangsters Novels & Stories

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.

Finally, Calista was able to order the food that she had been putting off because she was waiting for her niece to come. “You know about Sicilian gangsters.?” Calista whispered very carefully to Becky. " I know." Short answer. " What? How do you know? I just don't know anything about it." “They are a group of gangsters who are quite famous in Paris. It's no wonder you don't know them, you're a newcomer here.” "Are they really that dangerous?" “Of course, anyone dealing with them will end tragically. Even the police give up when they have to deal with them, basically the law doesn't apply to those gangsters.”

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.

The headlines flashed dangerously before me: “Billionaire Big-shot busted in bathroom bonanza with another dude;” “Toilet tryst torches tycoon’s rep: caught pants-down with a guy;” “Filthy rich and filthy habits: billionaire’s bathroom boy-toy bust;” The morbid names kept coming, each worse than the order that held me bound to where I was as I watched him leave the bathroom. As soon as his presence left I felt some sort of motion in my bones. I moved slowly, pushing the door.

But by then, I was already made into a product for Babylon. And the customers? The shoddiest, wealthiest people on the planet, a breed of monsters with ancestral wealth that is just too oppressive to contemplate. Nouveau-riche tech moguls, old money businessmen, crime syndicate bosses, money-grabbing politicians… people with net-worths that can lift a generation of others from poverty. Yes, those kinds of people. Yet money was not enough.

But when you still carried that kind of family name that he had, you couldn’t get away easily under public scrutiny, and people still looked at you the same way as the notorious, ruthless mafia. “Done throwing yourself off the plane? Now you start buying some chicks?” I looked him in the eye. “I could ask you the same thing. Done dealing with drug dealers and smuggling weapons, now you shift to a sex trafficking ring?” “I guess my disguise is awful.” He smirked. I didn’t know how the Braddsons and Gabe Linden got entangled with someone like Terzo Siciliano, and he seemed to have so many connections with wealthy people. The room went dark. The mic echoed. The screen flashed. The seats were fu

I quickly turned around and saw him standing there, dressed sharply in formal attire as if he had simply come here to enjoy the event like everyone else. “You’re here too?” I asked, narrowing my eyes slightly in disbelief. “What the hell is happening in this place?” Phoenix shrugged lightly, looking far too relaxed for someone who was standing in the middle of what was essentially a gathering of criminals and powerful businessmen. “Billionaires doing illegal transactions,” he answered casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Of course, most of the mafia people will be here.” He paused for a moment before his gaze sharpened as he looked directly at me.

The money in his vaults is dirty because he doesn’t cater to normal working people. His clientele is the lowest of the low. They are drug dealers, Gunrunners. They are the cartel and the mafia. At times, they are even the shady politicians who run countries. To these thugs, Crenshaw’s was their savior. No more hiding bags of cash under their beds, and inside sofa cushions as my granddad did back in the day.