Truck Load Of Money Novels & Stories

"Just use the money. You didn't steal it from anyone. I'd rather the money stay hidden in the ceiling forever than let that bastard Owen get his hands on it." I got up, rushed into the living room, and grabbed the hiking backpack I had brought with me. I started picking up the bills scattered on the floor and shoved them into the bag. There were three million dollars, all in hundred-dollar bills. There were ten thousand dollars per bundle, with 300 bundles in total. I stuffed all the cash into the backpack. It was so full that I could barely zip it up. I carried it on my back to test the weight, and it pressed heavily on my shoulders. I then dashed out the door. I decided to leave my scooter

The only thing that fits is my battered backpack dumped by the door. Yesterday hits me like a slap. The car. The letter. The stack of money. I jump out of bed, heart slamming, and yank the bag open. Relief crashes over me when I see the fat stack of bills still right on top. I thumb through them, letting the crisp paper rustle under my fingers. It’s music. Fifteen grand. Enough to keep me breathing for months if I’m smart.

, Jacob questioned, not even sparing me a glance, pulling out from Lanie's house. "Yes". Foxglove was a warehousing company that had been deserted ever since the owner had died a mysterious death. "The money's in the back", he informed, his eyes still glued on the road as the car roared down the almost empty roads. I turned and leaned into the back, reaching for the bag as my body brushed his, the electrifying contact probably all in my head. I unzipped the black duffel bag, the mint fifty dollar notes littered everywhere in the bag multiplied into a hundred thousand.

“Heh heh, I didn’t expect you to find out, but I can’t give you 50 grand. Those loan sharks did something so dangerous, so they have to be paid some labor costs, right? They took nearly 60 grand out of the 73 and only left me with about ten grand. With that ten grand, I bought some food, went to some high-end places, and even threw some money at the casino. I don’t have much left, but I can still give you about five grand!” Lovey almost jumped up in shock. “You only have dive grand left out of the 73?” “I mean I can only give you about five grand, but you’re just a girl living in school anyway. Maxwell takes care of your food and drink. What do you need money for? Why not let me hold onto it

Though her mind was in fear she could not just give her money to the man with no assurance of getting her exchange. “Don’t worry. I am not finished yet. In order for you to know the truth, you have to see me personally. You have to get inside the truck after you load the money. That truck would bring you to me.” The person on the other line seemed planned it all along.

I paused, then said, "But if I remember correctly, that ring costs ten million dollars, and I don't want to waste my money on that. Please take it off right now and return it to me." Julia’s lips began to tremble. "Don Clark, you said these were gifts to me." Martin was utterly embarrassed. He felt as if he had completely lost face in front of half of Sicilana, and this humiliation mortified him far more than any financial loss. "Anna!" He pulled out his phone, his fingers turning white from gripping it too tightly. "Don't take things too far. I'm calling the docks right now, and you can forget about your family's weapons shipment."

He says. “I guess. Look at these photos of his men carrying bags of money. That would be tens of thousands of dollars.” I say.

nice doing business with you"Thomas said to Luke who didn't reply him. They had been doing business for years now, Thomas knew Luke was not a type of person to mess with.$20 million was more than enough for him. The money was transferred to their account and Hector carried the cartons outside to the car with the help of other werewolf bodyguards. Luke was preparing himself for anything that is going to happen in the future.he had a feeling that something big, maybe a war was going to happen.nobody knew what he was planning.he didn't trust anyone.

Harper nods, “Absolutely.” I can’t believe how fast things are getting done. Harper is quick and efficient. We load boxes by the door. The dumpster outside is now pretty much full. I’m exhausted. “How are you getting there tomorrow?” Harper asks me. “I was going to rent a small moving truck.” She points to the driveway, “We can use my truck.” Harper is a fucking godsend. “Are you sure?” I double check.

he said. Oh, I get it now but just how are we to get more dollars? “Now as to how you can make more money, we would be playing a game of cards, and in each game the winner gets to pick which team they take money from,” he said. Hmm, this is something, so we are basically gambling for our money huh, but then what's with the suitcases. “Now I'm sure you all are wondering why the leaders each brought a suitcase, well, in each of those suitcases is something worth million, or could be secrets that could destroy a gang here, or something the old family needs,” he stated