Money Heist Book Novels & Stories

The silence in the study was not empty; it was heavy, filled with the hum of the computer’s cooling fan and the frantic, syncopated rhythm of my own heart. The laptop sat before me, an open window into the abyss of Vincenzo Moreno’s life, its screen casting a sickly blue light across my face. I was in. I had the ledger. I had the suppliers, the shipping manifests, the shell companies that laundered the blood money that flowed through the Moreno veins.

“Seriously, Book, this place is almost as old as you. Why don’t you use some of that money you used to steal and buy a nice place? Maybe one without a fucking roach infestation.” The critter unleashed a fresh memory, Zoe’s sleepy voice confessing her lie of his occupation. His stomach flipped, his throat thankful he had nothing left in his stomach to expel. Booker’s voice snapped his from his thoughts. “Listen here, kid. Money’s meant to be spent on fine women, fine whiskey and some good ol’ fashioned drugs. Why would I spent good money on a nice place? This works just fine.” Kicking the front door shut, Booker dawdled to the sofa, falling into it. It creaked almost as loudly as he did.

I didn’t think he would answer, but I wanted to ask anyway. He faced forward. “There’s a group in Siberia that found out about a transfer happening last night.” “A transfer?” “One of my clients paid back his debt. The truck delivered the cash to my main bank. Somehow, the Siberians found out about it and tried to intercept it. I knew about the heist before it happened, so I was able to catch them.” “Why didn’t you just call the transfer off?” “Because I needed to exterminate them. The only way to make sure a cockroach doesn’t survive is to cut off its head.”

"She must have stolen my administrator password and altered the records to frame me!" Jane's eyes lit up. She collapsed to her knees and burst into tears. "Mr. Gomez, you have to help us! Mavis hid her identity and came to the branch. Maybe she embezzled the money herself, then stole my password and changed the data when she realized she might be caught!" I pulled over a chair, sat down, and crossed my legs. "I'm the only heiress to the Gomez Group. Why would I steal a mere five hundred thousand dollars?"

The man was a walking sex god in a CEO’s suit. He raised the book between us like a challenge. “This is the most expensive item in this room.” I stared at him, then at the book, then back at him again. A book? “Wait. This book is—?” “Five hundred million dollars.” My brain stopped working. “Five…..what?!” Surely I misheard him. No, I had to have misheard him. There was no universe where a book cost half a billion dollars. Even Lily Cooper’s work, which was precious and rare, wasn't worth that kind of money.

He placed his hand on my arm and asked if I was okay. I nodded my head and apologized for being a clutz and then I left, I placed a watch in my bag and a ring. He had good taste. I continued my stroll, casually looking into the stores and pretending to blend in with these people. Not that I ever would. Yes, I have money, but I don't have the mindset of being rich. I would never go on a shopping spree at a place where three bags cost as much as a house. I saw two men closing in on me and averted my eyes. I felt his wrist as I slowly passed him and started unhooking his watch. It was a Rolex, worth at least $60 000.

Tiziano cocked his eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the bleeding wounds on my body and the ill-fitting guard uniform. "Is that so? You're nothing but a prisoner headed for the auction block and the fighting pits. What makes you think you're in any position to negotiate with me, Ms. Capone?" I met his gaze calmly and replied, "I have the Capone famiglia's biggest secret. They're closing an arms deal with the Madrigal cartel—a market you've always been eyeing. I have their transport routes and their bottom-line price, but more importantly, I know exactly where the famiglia's illicit ledger is hidden."

“You could have asked me for money.” “It’s not about money.” “What did you steal?” I met his eyes. “The blue diamond.” Shock flashed across his face. “What?” I looked away. “Don’t tell Dad,” I said quickly. “Or Chloe. Or Juliet.” “I’ll get you out,” he said firmly. “I’ll be your lawyer.” I shook my head. “You don’t understand. I’ve been doing this for years. There’s evidence everywhere.” He went quiet. “I’m mad at you,” he said finally.

Adonis shouldn’t be touching me, not in front of him. “That,” Adonis sounded, “is the capo of Chicago Outfit—” “Matteo Rossi,” I whispered under my breath. The man who could ruin this entire mission for me.

He thought he was a master manipulator, but he was just a drowning man flailing in the water, pulling everyone down with him. "I have to play along, Mr. Miller," I murmured, leaning back in my leather chair. "For now. But don't worry. It won't end well from here." I looked at the banking screen one last time. Eighteen million dollars gone. Handed over to a hacker to cover up a failed heist. It made my blood boil to see my hard-earned money thrown away on criminals, but I forced myself to close the tab. Let it go, Aria. It’s the price of the trap.