Rio Money Heist Novels & Stories

he ordered. The henchmen nodded in agreement and set off to work. It didn't take them long to track Rosalie down. She had rented a mini bungalow on the outskirts of town and was living there with her son Romario. The henchmen waited until Rosalie left the bungalow to run errands before they made their move. They broke in and held Romario at gunpoint, demanding that he reveal his mother's debit card pin. Romario was terrified but knew that he had to do as they said. He gave them the pin, and they quickly transferred all the money in Rosalie's account to Harley's orphanage home and the children's hospital.

“He’s planning to hit the casino before it even docks. Friday. 2 a.m. Pier 17. He’s already bought off port security.” “What?” Diego hissed in disbelief, his rage now a boiling storm. “You’re sure?” Rico’s breath came fast and shallow, panic evident in his tone. “We’re screwed, Diego. He’s going to take everything. The vault, the ledgers... everything coming in under your name.” Diego’s voice grew cold, more dangerous than ever. “And you’re just giving this to me out of kindness? Didn’t you swear you wouldn’t betray Leonard again?” “I only said that because you deceived me. I thought it was just a simple operation, but I let your man in without knowing you sent him to kill the boss’s wife,”

“I have two options to give you, Wilson. Even after I read the complete details of the file in front of you, you are an idiot for not getting the clue that not only yours but your entire family’s life is under my mercy.” He bent over and cleaned the blood on his throat with the pad of his thumb. Wilson hissed in pain. “I'm Anthony Rodriguez, the CEO of Rodriguez group of Industries. This is my public introduction. But there is another side of me which very few know. I'm the mob boss who reigns over the entire underworld of this planet. Not a single case has been filed till date.” He twisted his lips in mockery. “Because these government officials are dogs who feed on the biscuits I throw.” W

Santiago The call from the white mafia made it clear. This was just a replica of the issue I had with Richo. The only difference was the scale. Unlike 500 tons of poppy pods, Richo's consignment was just a few kilos of pyrite dust, a crystalline dust of unrefined gold. Could Bianca and her father just be a pawn in this game? My men had been in a fix for months, investigating Bianca's father's claims. It was confirmed that he and some men whom he said were strangers did rob the warehouse where the merchandise was stored.

Roman tilted his head slightly. “You really think the idiot stole from us?” “No,” Raiden answered before Rafael could speak.The other brothers looked toward him.Raiden’s expression remained unreadable. “He’s scared.”Romeo chuckled softly. “Good.” “He disappeared after losing the money,” Raiden continued calmly. “That wasn’t strategy. That was panic.” Roman sighed dramatically. “Which means he probably owes someone else too.” “Or crossed the wrong people,” Romeo added.Rafael finally spoke again. “Either way, he’s ours now.”The room fell quiet again then Roman smirked slightly.

"You knew the truth, and you still chose to let everyone believe I was stealing." His face collapsed. "At the time, I..." "You were very clear-headed at the time. You knew the Raven Club was not company property. You knew the floor belonged to the Moretti Trust. You knew Landon Capital came through my family office. You knew the expenses never touched corporate accounts." With every sentence, his head sank lower. "But you signed the notice, docked the money, took my card, and handed my clients to an intern because you thought I would stay quiet."

She shifted uncomfortably, the bruises on her ribs making even small movements a test of endurance. She leaned forward, fingers steady as she inserted the flash drive into the laptop. The drive’s label—*Romano*—flashed across the screen, a cold reminder of the name she’d spent years chasing, a name that had become the bedrock of her vengeance. A name that was, even now, still a mystery.

Then the news came. “Breaking news. Worldwide fugitive and former head of the infamous Rios mafia, Jett Rios, dies at 33. Recently, Jett and his family of three escaped the assassination in Norway through his private jets. But that jet was spotted in flames in Indonesia. Rick Hennessy is here for the full story.”

A woman’s head, filled with sorrow, landed at Bayram’s feet, and Rio slowly stepped out of the crowd. He said, neither cold nor indifferent. “Is she the ‘Briony’ that you speak of?” “This can’t be!” Bayram cried out, kicking the head away in panic. “Why have you come alone? Where’s your army? Why didn’t you bring them?” Rio remained silent, simply walking toward me. Such was the deal between Rio and me. That day, while he was overcome with grief and came to his senses, I gave him the chance to escape the death penalty.

Rio clenched his hands tightly while controlling his rage. “Give him the money,” Amara ordered, not breaking her gaze at Rio. “Where's the paper?” Amara asked. The men opened the attache case of money. “It's five million,” Amara said. That moment, Rio felt like the smallest person in the entire world. His mind was fighting whether to accept the money or not. “Don't you want it, Rio?” Amara asked. The buyer of his lot was the woman behind the arson of their mansion. She was the one behind his mother's death as well. And right now, here she is, buying his property.