Money Heist Novels & Stories

I don't know why the police haven't caught him yet, tsk! "My money is missing from the bank?" "WHAT?" I couldn't stop breathing what I heard. "How much?" His lips moved before he answered me. “Seven-hundred million...” "WHATTT?! That much?” The amount of money he was missing overwhelmed me. Can start a business. I heard him sigh before he answered me. While he's still holding one of my hands now. "Not sure if it's Rago. Because… There is a name that has been detected... I don't know. Hackers.” I was shocked and then I held my head.

B—but,'' One of his men, stutters. ''But what?'' Elia takes a few steps towards him, closing their distance and I see fear appearing in his eyes, fear of Elia. The way Elia stands, show how he's very pissed but he tries everything he can, to hold back. ''You want to know what the fuck just happened?'' He gulps. ''Our money has been stolen. Fifteen million dollars. Do you want to know how it was stolen? Do you want to fucking know or do I have to remind you, that you could've done something?'' He clenches his jaw again.

“And now you want to do it with me, do you trust me?” “Anyone who works with my Dad is trustworthy. I know.” He said, “We are talking a $50million heist. Diamonds heist!” “How old are you?” “Our spots are full but available just for you. Want to join?” “Who are you?” “Imagine $1.2million at age 16! How much is it in Rands? R17.6M?” he laughed I grabbed him against the wall, “I said who are you? Where you sent by those Russians?”

Pedro leaned forward, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “Three months ago. A massive heist, orchestrated with the Russians and the Colombians. A joint op to hit a private cargo plane out of Johannesburg. It was loaded with uncut diamonds—stones the size of your fist—and gold bars straight from the mines. The haul was worth north of five hundred million.” He paused, letting the number hang in the thick air between us, as I could almost see it: the glittering fortune, the sheer scale of the ambition. “It all went sideways because of him,” Pedro continued, his voice tightening with a fresh, raw anger.

"What if him knowing we took the money makes everything worse?" "Then we deal with it." Alessandro's hand found hers. "But we're not giving it back." They drove in silence for a while, adrenaline fading, reality settling in. They'd actually done it. Robbed Russo's villa, recovered the money. But at what cost? At the safehouse, they spread the cash across the living room floor. Stack after stack, more than any of them had expected. Carlo counted, fingers flying. "Four point three million. Mostly euros."

The three men looked at each other silently, as if they didn’t need to speak to understand each other. “What we want,” the leader said softly, “is to get back what belongs to us.” Jessica pressed herself against the window, her eyes full of fear. “We haven’t taken anything!” “Twenty-seven million dollars,” the younger man said, his voice almost teasing. “Plus fifteen years of interest. Money stolen from the Martinez estate.” The third man, the big, strong one, stepped closer. His voice was deep and cold. “And there’s more—a sister who should have been under our protection.”

I arranged my men and had them scoop out every valuable that was left in the rubble. But that didn’t come without consequences. The government came hot on my heels. But I had converted the jewels to cash by then, a total of 3 billion dollars. And I need that fool Jovan to do only one thing—hide it for me. I upgraded my existing account I had with his bank and worked out a change of name: Matteo Rossi. Hell, how I wanted to say that name to his face that day at the hotel. But it would ruin it all.

one of the captors explained coolly. 'Morelio! Shit!' Roger felt a surge of anxiety, bordering on panic, especially as they led him into the opulent suite of the Irish man. Only then did he discover the true identity of the man he had borrowed money from. Morelio is a notorious Irish mob leader. This wasn't a mere financial transaction; he had unwittingly tangled himself in the dangerous web of organized crime. However, the pressing issue was the stark reality that his bank account had been completely drained of funds.