Billionaire Gangsters Novels & Stories

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.

he threatened and she scoffed. "Stay away from all the girls... you know what I will do..." she said and left... what they both don't know is their college is near to end and then both will inherit their parents' Pharma company... who have become really strong rivals over the years... history will repeat itself... they will soon fight in the business world... sparks will fly... games will be played... someone will lose the game and someone will lose heart... Because Ronan is already a Billionaire and this Billionaire Has Met His Match!

“Almost all the billionaires except for Ethan are associated with the drug cartel so they do what the cartel wants! They can amass power because of the influence that the cartel has in New York City. They rule the city” If I would be honest, I was shocked! Like totally shocked. “Do you think that this is a movie?” I snarled at him. Me being confused was an understatement as different thoughts flew through my mind at that instant. How come all of this was happening in the same city that I was and I had no idea about it? Aiden glanced at me, whispering in my ear. “I think he's right. You know I once mentioned that this person has crazy connections! Now you see why it was easy to get Matteo out

My suspicion grew further when Kalixo hinted about this mark. Is it difficult to confront the people behind this because they are skilled at hiding? One of the investigators even said that no one really knows who is truly behind it. All they know is that it involves the Mafia, syndicates, or gangsters who engage in illegal transactions. They had been searching for it for a long time, until they halted their investigation because more pressing crimes took precedence. I couldn't believe they could just do that. I refuse to believe it could be that easily put to rest.

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.

I asked, glancing briefly at the men who hadn't noticed us talking about them. "Babe, that's number Two in the Levels of Wealth. The 'Filthy Rich'. Those men there are the Russian Cartel members. The one in the middle, the older man is their boss. He's a Mafia, beside him are drug lords with huge ass cartels all over the city. I don't even like serving them. Because any slip up and your head can be mounted on the wall." Olivia widened her head, shaking her head and turning us away from them. Mafias? Cartel? Drug Lords? Was that even real? I thought all these only happened in movies, not in real life?!

She questioned him, not understanding his type of person. If he wanted to play Captain America it's only right that he knew what trouble his family was going to be in as a result of his recklessness. He turned to face her one last time. “They are a Mafia conglomerate , they control all criminal activities here in New York City and back in Sicily. That's why trying to get them is hard.” Mr. Harris seemed like he was deeply in thoughts, which he was. This was a breakthrough in his investigation and with what Vanessa was just saying would help tremendously to identify that criminal.

the henchman answered. "The fuck do you mean by that? Your orders were the billionaire, not his woman, for Christ's sake!" A voice from behind chimed in, another familiar voice. "The girl saw my face. We couldn’t leave her. Besides, her family is probably loaded, so it’s a win-win." That was a lie, I never saw a face, it was intentional. "Win-win? Did you say win-win? The fuck is wrong with you? It’s already hard enough that we took the country’s golden prince; now we have to deal with her too?"

He sat immediately. "Is he working out!" she observed how his shirt was tight and his muscles were visible to the public. In no distant time, her phone rang. she looked around as people passed by. She felt so embarrassed and she hoped nobody video-tapped her, spying on her husband. River hill estate belonged to the rich, 90% of people who had residences were the most prominent in the society. The other 10% comprised employees. They were the ones she was scared of. She picked up the call and spoke out "hello?"

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.