For Blood And Money Novels & Stories

The person who looked at him wanted to slap him. "I don't have money!" Even if he had money, he would not give it to her! These people are living vampires. They won't give up until they suck your blood. "It doesn't matter if you don't have money. You look like you're still in bed. If I send you to the prime of your life, the money your father owes us will be enough!" As soon as he finished speaking, several men rolled up their sleeves and went straight to the girl. "Let me tell you, it's illegal for you to do this!"

“I mean, come to think of it. I do know Draeger BioTech. I don’t know Lucien.” “He’s, like, a recluse billionaire. Their company’s been behind half the med tech we use in school and their genetics division is next-level. Draeger wants to cure half the diseases we’ve given up on.” “Oh”, Zaria said, brows raised. “Girl”, Sienna rolled her eyes, already tapping on her iPad. “If we’re about to let a mad billionaire genius poke around in our bloodstreams, we might as well get a good payout. Remember our friendship contract: page six, clause four. All poorly thought-out ideas must be pursued together.”

“And while you’re at it, maybe explain why the fuck you thought you could stroll in here without invitation.” The suits didn’t have answers. They only had sweat, shaking hands, and a briefcase full of whatever dirty money or deals they thought would buy us. Too bad for them - we weren’t for sale. At least… not cheaply. The briefcase clicked open. Stacks of cash, neat and green, the stink of laundering all over it. I didn’t even have to sniff to know it came from backroom poker or blood fights. Maddox whistled low. “Looks like somebody had a good night at the slaughter pits.”

her friend shrugged as she slowly composed herself. "It's not money, Nora," she said, letting out a wicked laugh. Nora retorted, "Everyone has a price, everyone can be bought at the right price, but please tell me how this isn't money." " I know it isn't money because I carried out the investigation and background checks. He doesn't have that much money. Yeah, he got a sizeable sum of money from his parents' inheritance, but he has wasted most of it, and with the way he's going, he'll be broke soon and in huge debt. So no Nora, it's not money."

Luca cautioned him and continued with a clear voice, "You're gonna cooperate with me and then, I might decide whether to shoot you or not" His body trembled when Luca got closer to him and he managed to beg, "If it's money you want, I can give you more than " "I don't need your blood money" Luca responded while scrolling through the device in his hand. Well, half of his wealth was based on blood money as well but it never came for free. He fvcking worked his ass and risked his life for the income. He turned the screen of the device to show him a picture of Nico, "Do you remember the face? Does she haunt you in your dreams at night"

I pried it open, and there it was. Stacks of money. Not drug cash. Old bills, euros, dollars, even gold coins. Blood money. Russo’s rainy-day stash. Worth millions. And in that moment, everything in me changed. I knew what Antonioni would say… Take the men, leave the cash. The Shadow King didn’t want a war. But me? I saw my chance. My freedom. “Lorenzo, what are you doing?” Antonioni hissed in my earpiece. I delayed. I hesitated. Greed made me blind.

It had a simple black-and-white user interface, as well as an eye-catching icon of a sword tainted red with blood. The bloody red color was rather obvious thanks to the black and white color scheme of the rest of the webpage. Austin subconsciously scrolled down and came face to face with a thundering reveal. "Blood Money [S rank] Wanted! Only Dead. Target: Austin Campbell, owner of Dominion Properties, candidate for future head of the Campbell family." Austin almost cursed out loud from reflex as he wondered why he had a target painted on his back. Both Ezra and Aldus sat down beside him, while Ezra said, "I didn't know you had access to the dark web, Vincent."

"That is what he said. It is not for you or for me. It is for her future." “His blood money doesn’t get to pay for her future.” “Then we turn it into something else.” I kept my voice even. “We don’t put it in an account and you pretend it came from somewhere clean. What we make use of it for is something that pays what it doth.” I stared at him from across the table. “If you grew up inside what you grew up inside, All of the children. Inside what Hope almost grew up in. They’re thousands and most have nothing and no one who can understand what that life does to a person.”

Clara froze. He went on, each word heavier than the last. “They weren’t businessmen. They were criminals. They wanted a stake in the empire. I signed contracts, made promises… promises that should have destroyed me. But I clawed my way out. I paid them back. Every cent. And I cut ties before they could drag me deeper.” Clara’s nails dug into her palms. “So it’s true. You built this on blood money.” Damien flinched but didn’t deny it.

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