Syndicate Synonym Novels & Stories

"Or the beginning of something bigger." I weighed my words carefully. "The Syndicate came for a specific target, but their methods suggest larger plans." "The Ruby Wolf," Thorne said softly. His dark eyes missed nothing. "Rumors say you're harboring her."

I am looking for the shift manager who took the bribe. Spadino is sitting across from me, sharpening his knife. Shhh-shhh. Shhh-shhh. The sound is rhythmic, hypnotic. Aureliano and Ciro are in the back, talking in low tones about response times and asset allocation. I look at the map. The Kulla syndicate is a nuisance. They are brute force dealers who lack finesse. They are not the Grecos. They don't want to replace us; they just want to eat off our plate.

A short, ugly sound. “There it is. The sermon.” “You think money built this family? You think influence came from business meetings and charity galas?” His voice deepened with contempt. “We were powerful long before this country had a name.” I said nothing. He mistook it for interest and continued. “The Syndicate predates governments. Kings borrowed from us. Armies moved when we wished it. Borders changed because men in rooms like this decided they should.” My stomach tightened. Grathen’s words returned to me.

Richie said. "Take your time Richie, thick about it. " 'I will," Richie said," Incidentally, that is, not the reason why I came-- to cry on your shoulders, I mean. I have come to discuss this article I want to write." "About what?" " About the syndicate." "Syndicate? So you are still at it eh?" Mr. Cohen said raising his eyebrows. "Yes." "Look here Richie, take my advice; let sleeping dogs lie. Leave the syndicate alone."

We were bound in blood, in power, and in law. Whatever the Syndicate wanted, whatever storms were brewing on the horizon – we would face them exactly as we were meant to. Together.

"Shareholders? The Syndicate owned the Core. And the Syndicate is a pile of rubble in the Gutter." Cyrus let out a small, dry chuckle. "The Syndicate was a subsidiary, Leo. A local management firm hired to keep the 'cattle' in line while we harvested the planet’s remaining essence. Chairman Thorne was a useful foreman, but he became... sentimental. He started believing his own propaganda about 'legacy' and 'bloodlines.'" Cyrus tapped his cane on the black glass. "The Directorate doesn't care about bloodlines. We care about ROI, Return on Investment. And right now, Neo-Tokyo is a non-performing asset."