For Blood And Money Novels & Stories

"I didn't want to allow you to weasel out of this one, McKaine, like you have our last three scheduled appointments we have made. It seems that every time we set an appointment to meet, something comes up that requires you to cancel. We need to discuss the terms of..." "I already told you that I have no interest in selling MMK." Micah cuts him short, "Not now, not ever. I made this company myself using..." "Mob money, McKaine. Blood money. Don't try to make it sound noble." The man cackles. It is an eerie sound, neither kind nor warm, but cold, calculated. It is the mocking laugh of a man who sees himself as superior. "At least my company was funded honestly."

How much did honesty pay the masses? Could honesty keep his business afloat? Elder Vincenzo was an honest man no doubt, but I was curious as to his reaction as soon as he saw money, money that he actually needed, money that he yearned for. Money that was being offered to him on a platter of gold, for no service at all. In essence, free, blood money that was marred by drugs. But who cared about the origin of the money in such an economy? “Come, let's discuss in my car, elder.”

He said to himself hugging the envelope of money as his life depended on it. “You know I have a share of that money right?" his wife asked. Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Some people got to have it Hey, Hey, Hey - some people really need it Hey, listen to me, y'all do thangs, do thangs, do thangs - bad things with it Well, you wanna do thangs, do thangs, do thangs -

The ink waits for my blood to sign the deal. I have bled for family before. Not out of loyalty and certainly never out of love, purely out of survival and being the wrong child in the wrong house, a mafia bastard carrying the name only when it suited them. Blood never bought me belonging. It bought me chains. “Last chance, Salomé,” he says, my name a slow blade. “Do you believe in debts written in blood.” “No.” He looks pleased in a way that makes my nerves spark and sighs happily.

I just closed my eyes to what I heard. People nowadays require money. Money is what defiles the majority's character. Carlo's mother was more interested in money than her son. It appears that their approaches make me want to vomit. “He has surgery this morning. Your son's tongue was chopped.” I uttered it lethargically. I'm not interested in talking, especially if they're more obsessed with money than with life. And today I learned how much I despise people who exploit human life for their financial gain.

“What did I do to you? Why are you doing this? Why?!” She laughed. “Me? Hmm… nothing, Engineer Akemi. But I needed money, so I did this. Simple as that.” I shook my head in disappointment. “Money? Yeah, money.” I laughed bitterly, trying to insult her. “Your reason is too shallow. That’s not how I know you, Channel. If you needed money, why didn’t you tell me?” Money? I know how powerful money is. Because of money, many are willing to commit crimes. They’re capable of killing, kidnapping, and being evil. Over the past many years, I’ve witnessed how money corrupts people. How it destroys beautiful families and friendships. And how they kill each other just to get it. That was crazy, bu

The idea of going to hunt down the witch that killed Dan was very thrilling. Hell, everyone looked excited like they were attending a party with free booze, only that the major booze vampires chug down is blood. "Wait! Even though I don't understand a thing y'all are blabbing about. Can you at least help me up so I can be on my merry way?" Blondie's voice interrupted our brief merriment. Dad brought out his checkbook and gave the blondie a hundred thousand dollars cheque.

The moment I stirred, he grabbed my shoulders and gave me a shake. "I didn't want it to get this messy, Elsie, but you wouldn't cough up the cash. I had no other choice," he growled, his eyes wild. "Elsie, just think of it as a loan, will you? I swear I'll pay you back someday!" With a poker face, I spilled the truth. "I'm broke. I gave it all away." Daniel's face contorted even more. "You can hand over your cash to total strangers, but you won't cough it up to save my life?"

"No promises." The car rolled forward into the night. ———————————— The venue was opulence soaked in rot. Chandeliers dripped with diamonds, the marble floor polished to a mirror-like sheen. Everything screamed wealth, but the kind of wealth built on blood, on silence, on the fear of others.

“What is it this time?” “Why are you spending so much on an RV? Do you even have that money?” I didn’t answer the first part and gave him a simple “Yes” I decided not to explain much and just opened my new phone and showed him my savings his eyes widened. “That's...” he gulped”..a lot of zeros…what did you do, rob a bank?” Ii am… well I was …” I tilted my head, looking for the word.” I was paid to kill people” I shrugged.