Novel & Cerita Billionaire Gangsters

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.

Unlike Brooklyn, New York, which is known as the territory or hometowns for Dons, Mafias, and Capos, Dirty Business Tycoons, Drug Lords and even sex traders, London, England, was a whole new world entirely. After staring at the magnificence and loveliness of the palace for quite some time, I had to board a taxi to my place of destination in search of a man whom I had always looked forward to meeting all my life and for the past seventeen years he had absolutely no hope of my existence. The man called Gregory Obika. Never again would I have to stare at the FBI or the annoying NYPD. Some gangsters in the hood dreamt they could put an end to this cops, but such dreams dare not come true or Arli

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 noticed Gonzalo sitting at the one-seater sofa, with his favorite guns in front of him, like everybody else in the entire estate who's alert and carrying high-powered guns. "Those idiots are the Street Thugs. That gang was founded thirty years ago by one of the most notorious criminal New York has ever known. They are violent people involved in a lot of low-profile crime, they were never this bold." Darryl responded. "Someone gave them the balls to do this. Someone who will benefit when the city falls into chaos." Gonzalo stated. Darryl knows that look well. Gonzalo is thinking, figuring out who is responsible for the current state of the city in his mind.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

He carried himself like an unhinged, bloodthirsty animal driven by nothing but chaos and bloodlust but the few times I interacted with him one on one, it was obvious that he was smarter than he let people see. Among her other admirers were Jason Drakatos; godfather of the greek mafia, Enzo Gonzalez; capo dei Capi of the Columbian cartel, and Chrisos Dos Santos, important head of the diamond smuggling syndicate, just to mention a few, each powerful in their own way.

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.

"No need to be in a hurry to kill these two. They will die anyway, let them flex their muscles a bit after all they are the Pillari. What do you expect from the richest Billionaires in Santa Dabia?" He wiped the spittle off his mask and paced around the room. "Lovely bed feels so mushy and comfy. I now understand sleeping on a Billionaire's bed. Oh, look at that beautiful design on the wall. What! Do you have a gold hand washer? Fuck look at diamonds jewelry lying on the dresser fuck I can't understand rich people…" He went on and on complimenting everything that came to sight as Sarah and I held onto each other.

Crish showed seriousness in his facial expression so Camellia could trust him again. “Don’t pretend to be sorry like this, I know, you don’t feel sorry at all. You are still afraid of losing all of your wife’s assets, right? The proof is that you are still afraid if I reveal all the scandals that you have done to me in the past, isn’t that right, Mr. Billionaire?” Camellia laughed evilly. It seems that she is no longer easy to be deceived because she has learned more from experience.

All you need to do is write down my name, as if I'm the one who donated the 20 million dollars. "What makes you think that you can spend my money to gain fame?" Brie wasn't a fool. She would never let Caroline do something like that. However, Caroline leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear, "I'm not trying to be famous. I'm just making your life miserable!" The Collins family had been intent on making a good name for themselves for the past few years. They'd surely gloat and have the media report about them donating 20 million dollars, even if it hadn't been done out of good will.