Rio Money Heist Novels & Stories

She asked loudly. "Ciro" He mumbled but Elena caught on to his words "Wait, did you say Ciro?" She verified. "Yes, Ciro is the master mind behind this, he asked me to move the Lexicon file and he would willingly give me the whooping sum of ten million dollars. That money could lift my family from poverty and that is why I took it" Romeo explained. "Listen Romeo, you are in danger; Carl is not the type to stop if he wants to get something, I will advise you leave tow..." She was caught short with the door opening up to reveal Carl with a huge smirk.

"I miss my wifey. Ritso took the wife but forgot her husband. So, let him have both." Rio's eyes narrowed at me. "Please, don't tell me you're gonna—" I interrupted him. "Yes, Rio. I want to see her first at midnight. I want to celebrate our New Year as a couple by staying with each other, the whole time. And for that, I will do whatever it takes." I continued as Rio listened silently, "I am gonna get myself kidnapped by him and have a romantic date with Viana." ###

The soft moonlight pouring through the floor to ceiling glass illuminated the pale, undeniable curve of her hips and the dark, elegant cascade of her hair. She was watching the muted, high definition television on the wall. The screen showed a live news feed from the financial district. Dozens of heavily armored state troopers were shoving a drenched, completely broken Dante Romano into the back of a federal transport vehicle. The headline flashing across the bottom of the screen read: ITALIAN SYNDICATE CRUMBLES IN MASSIVE RICO RAID. Lucian didn't say a single word. He stepped into the room, kicking the heavy oak door shut behind him. The lock engaged with a sharp, final click.

But unfortunately, I miscalculated. I thought the goods were worth millions of dollars, something I could start a new life with. I'd calculated and schemed for years. I was even the one who suggested Grant do business with ROI, a deadly Russian mafia guy known to kill his enemies without blinking. What I didn't calculate was the goods being several million dollars short of what I needed. I'd arranged for ROI's wife to be kidnapped so the husband could suspect Grant and actually kill Grant, so I could inherit his wealth. But the stupid woman died of high blood pressure before we even got to the location.

My gaze was glued to the screen, each word fueling the storm inside me. Seven years. Seven whole years and Liam still managed to parade around with that fabricated sorrow, pretending to the public. I clicked on the video attached to the news and I watched him faking a cry, I felt like tearing him from limb to limb. But, I leaned back, letting memories flood in. I never once regretted stepping into that sleek black car seven years ago, from an unknown stranger, who just sent me a strange letter and a one-way ride out of hell. Only later did I discover who had rescued me Rocco Bianchi—the infamous Mafia king and business tycoon. I thought I was saved from hell only to be thrown in a cage.

He inhaled deeply, savouring the scent of burning tobacco. Money had been pouring in ever since Isabelle’s dating heist. Five hundred billion dollars stolen from the Iranians–a sum so vast it could buy governments, topple empires and bend nations. To any other man it would have been cause for unrestrained celebration. But Vittorio was not any other man. He knew every coin stolen carried a shadow. Already the Iranians were howling, their fury echoing across borders.