Money Devils 2 Audiobook Novels & Stories

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

he whispers nudging my forehead Sleep with me twenty thousand times and your debt is gone My eyes widened in horror, "Mr Voss, I don’t think I can last long for twenty thousand nights" my voice hoarse He smirked, Then, seven times per day Two thousand-eight hundred days You can last that long right? Seven times a day???! Even whores don't go that extra His face contorted, what did you say? He questioned. His face darkened, he pressed a knee between my thighs.

Kira explained. “A million dollars? Where are we going to get that from? What type of job does Danny even do?” “You and I know you have more than that. I have to go now, I’ll text you later. Don’t forget to clear our chats and calls.” “But…” Rebecca was trying to speak when the call went disconnected. She flung her phone to the bed and buried her hands in her hair. “Ahhhhh.” She screamed out in frustration. The money wasn’t the problem, she had more than that, she just had to log in her bank details to her new phone.

"It was an extremely shady business. In fact, it was money laundering and a few other illegal offences included. They said they needed to trade a few materials I wasn't privy to, but it was gonna yield a massive amount of money. To evade the law, they needed reputable businesses to receive the money as a form of investment and then pay the agreed amount to an individual. That way, we get to keep our cut and they get to keep theirs." "Let me guess, you lost the money," I sighed. "I swear, I never got paid," he said. "But they somehow have evidence that shows that I did. Now, I'm being accused of stealing the money that I learned belonged to the most powerful man in the underground mafia." "Wh

Lucian leaned back in the leather chair of the jet, a half-empty crystal tumbler of scotch resting in his hand. The tablet in front of him projected the latest figures from the Dalvani mining site in Korvenia, a small republic torn between crumbling governments and desperate investors. Profits were up. Labor compliance was down. The usual dance. Across from him sat Fernando Russo, his sharp features made sharper by age and wealth. He was dressed in his signature beige three-piece suit, as immaculate as always, even under the tremble of turbulence.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

Dean moved next to her, placing an arm around her shoulders as his breathing became more complex and his chest tingled. “Damn it!” Ben stood abruptly from his chair as the screen went black. A moment later, the phone rang, and Dean immediately picked up the receiver. “The money tomorrow night at the agreed place,” the robotic voice demanded. “That’s impossible,” Dean replied. “It’s Saturday. The banks are closed. There is no way we can get the money by then.” Dean countered. “One million by midnight Monday.” “Two million by Midnight Tuesday.” “Agreed,” the voice replied.

I pulled out my earbuds blaring Skrillex and dialed my client. "Deposit the other half, the fat fuck and his accompliss are both dining with the Devil," I mumbled sourly, wiping my lip and ended the call. My cell beeped showing a deposit of ten million. I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home.