Bloody Money Novels & Stories

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

But some would do anything to make quick cash, regardless of the amount of blood drenching their hands. Innocent women and men on the street, schoolchildren, and family pets are all targets of these people. Also, the blood traders infiltrate morgues and squeeze the last drop of blood from the fresh corpses. Nevertheless, warm blood stored in thermic containers is more valuable than the thick one of the departed. It's sickening. I’ve always wanted to squash these bugs from existence, but the accord had my hands tied. This is my opportunity to shoot two bunnies with one bullet.

“We’re going to be okay. I promise. We’ll start over. No matter what it takes.” The sound of the machines, the distant voices in the hallway, my own heart pounding and refusing to calm started to get to me. And behind it all was nothing. Nothing but Zelda’s smile. Renee’s laughter, sharp and mean—like her curling up on her couch with popcorn to watch me fall apart. The money was heavy in my account. A hundred million dollars. Blood money. Freedom money. Whatever I wanted to call it. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that I had it, that I could walk away.

“No one is blaming you, we’re just complaining is all. And now that everything went to hell, we won’t even get the second half of our payment. And with how bad the slave trade is here in this country, we can’t even sell that bitch for much.” They all turned back and looked at me for a second, glaring at how hard I was struggling to keep up, before turning forward again. I sighed in relief as I had just wiped a handful of blood against a tree and hoped no one had noticed. The cut I made on my palm was already starting to pool some more, readying for the next target. With how much pain I was in, and how weak and dizzy I felt, having a clear objective was about the only thing keeping me going.

“His money isn’t clean. He’s the richest banker for a reason—because he uses blood money.” “What’s blood money?” “He acts as the treasurer for all organized crime. When the mob needs cash, they call him. When the Skull Kings need to hide their cash, they call him. When they need to borrow money for a weapons deal, they call him. Cato Marino knows about all the crimes against humanity because he funds most of them—and makes a profit each time. He doesn’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. His finger doesn’t stay on the trigger for long.”

“This was found in on bed and I knew you couldn't possibly had left it there. . No one saw who did. ” Rosy’s stomach dropped. It matched the first one—the same blood-colored paper, the same eerie silence surrounding its arrival. She snatched it from Bianca’s fingers, ignoring the pointed glare she received in return. As she peeled it open, Sergio moved in from behind her, a shadow at her back. Inside was another riddle: I sleep beneath your gilded bed, Where secrets live and cowards bled. Dig too deep and you will find, A truth to rot your precious mind.

he continued, ripping my clothes with his bare hands, exposing my erect nipples. My breath came in sharp gasps as my eyes met the ground. Deep down, I didn’t want to go through the pain of another master, yet I still wanted to be sold. I pressed my lips together. “She’s pretty, truly, she can be useful in bed,” a man suddenly said. “I will pay two hundred grams,” a man bid. My hand clenched hard as the bids continued until it fell on the round-bellied man. “Going once, going twice sol-”

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

I quickly grabbed it. ** PAYMENT RECEIVED $250,000.00 From: Blackwood Holdings Description: Blood Pact Compensation Status: Completed ** What? Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars? This would set me up for life. My mother would be free. Mira could finally go to college. A tear escaped my eyes. But why did I still feel so empty?

The man in black steps into the spreading pool of blood like it’s nothing as he surveys the rest of us. “You’re all here because you can fetch me money. Some of your families are billionaires capable of meeting my demands…” he motions to the man on the table and the woman in white who’s lowering another organ into a cooler. So when I tell you to convince them to pay up, do it like your life depends on it. Or I’ll get my money through other less tasteful…means.” I’m dead. That’s what all this is about. The inheritance had my name and face splashed across news headlines after someone leaked the will reading.