The Irish Syndicate Novels & Stories

“You want to know why I’m actually in this city? I’m here tracking The New York's Syndicate, run by your side piece. Trying to map them. It’s like chasing ghosts. They don’t leave footprints. But they’re real. We’re talking high-level players, billionaires washing money in plain sight, and high-ranking politicians. Even men you'd never think of. They are all part of New York's syndicate. If I can find their leverage point, the one thing they can't afford to lose, they’re going to pay whatever price I set." “What price?” I was curious. I couldn't help but be curious. “Owning it.” He deadpanned. “Owning every single connection and every single shit they've got. It sounds crazy, right? But I'm

“You don't want us to get him like you said—” “No, just watch him.” “Sir, should we be wasting time on a job like this? What if one of the regulators gets on our ass about it?” Isabella questioned. And she was right. It could happen. I wanted it to. “When that moment comes.” I sighed. The Syndicate was a tricky organization to work with. Even my father had several bones to pick with them. Only a handful of them were known by gangs, most if not all of the times they connected through a regulator. I bet security reasons played a role in the secrecy.

"You’ve always been a bottom-feeder. That’s why you’re still sitting in bars while the big houses get the Pulitzer." Rowan’s eyes narrowed. "Watch it, brat. I don’t care how many winks you give the barmaids—" "Forget the girl," Arlo interrupted, "She’s a distraction. Small-time drama for people who have nothing better to do. Do you want to keep chasing some 'scandalous' woman, or do you want to be the man who broke the collapse of the Tri-State Syndicate?" Rowan froze. “The Syndicate? They’re untouchable. Their board members are impossible to talk about."

His punishment as a former was death, and I've delivered it, but her being here complicates things. Sighing I lean back against the island. This is going to be difficult to explain. "The Irish have a rule about debtors." I tell her, "Once a debtor's debt is left unpaid in death, it ends, but if that debtor is a traitor or a former member of the family, it falls on their existing bloodline to repay what's owed. And since your aunt is nowhere to be found..." "What do you mean, my aunt's nowhere to be found?" she cuts in, brows pulled tight.

"How big is this?" "Bigger than we initially understood." Harrison pulled up another file. "Companion Network was never the top of the pyramid. It was franchised from a larger organization we call The Syndicate." Tyrell leaned forward. "Explain." "The Syndicate was founded in Russia in the 1980s. Started as a KGB black operation using honey traps and kompromat to control Western politicians and businessmen. When the Soviet Union fell, the operatives went private. Expanded globally." Harrison pointed to an organizational chart. Seven names at the top, connected to dozens of regional operations below.

The top document bore a crest I had never seen before—a stylized crest of a silver falcon wrapping its wings around an iron anvil. "Victor Vance didn't build his empire on stolen tech patents alone," Alexander said, resting his hands flat on the desk, leaning down until his eyes were level with mine. "Thirty years ago, long before my father built Sterling Enterprises into a global conglomerate, Victor formed a silent holding trust in Zurich known as The Iron Syndicate. They are a private consortium of European oligarchs who finance corporate takeovers, host illegal digital black markets, and manipulate foreign regulatory boards." I stared at the photographs on the desk. They showed a sprawli

Just the sentence, flat and direct. “The syndicate in that file,” Dave said. “My family was part of it.” “Yes,” Ryan said. “What was it?” “A criminal organisation that operated in Kings City for approximately twenty years,” Ryan said. “It controlled significant territory in the northern and eastern districts before it was dismantled. It was called the Sun Triad in its early years and later simply the Syndicate as its leadership consolidated.” He paused. “Your grandfather built it. Your father inherited it.” Dave absorbed that. “My father ran a criminal organisation.”

I felt like I was drowning in secrets all over again. Bryan didn't look at me. He stared at the wall, his jaw tight. "It’s the mark of the Syndicate, Hazel. They aren't businessmen. They are a shadow group that controls the shipping routes. My father... your father... they weren't just partners. they were their bankers." "Bankers?" I whispered. "You mean they laundered money for them?"

I opened the door, a smirk plastered on my face as I watched him. “Boss, it's been so long!” He exclaimed. I didn't reply to his words, moving as he followed behind me. I was leading him to the sturdy, where he was going to give me the report on the info I asked him to provide me with. When we got to the study, I poured myself a glass of whiskey before taking my seat. I also ushered him to sit, to which he did. “Sir, Iris became a big shot not too long ago. She's a model and an influencer. This is her info.” He brought out a file, and handed it over to me.

A day I've never celebrated in my life. So, how was work? Fey asks me and I didn't realize that she was talking to me. "Work was fine." I had a conversation with Irish. I say and her eye brightens. ““He is loyal to me and to the pack, Irish will fight against anyone who will pose a threat and that includes his wife, he will not stand for it.” Fey say and she looks at me in disbelief. "Irish is willing to go against his wife, Sarah?" Fey asks.