From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126: What Did You Just Suggest?

Max ended the call and leaned back, satisfied. He’d gotten exactly what he wanted, Wolf’s help. Not the rest of the Pit, not his crew, just Wolf as a solo act.

Honestly, it made sense. Wolf looked young enough to blend in as a high schooler, especially if he wore a uniform. No one would suspect a thing. He was sharp in a fight, didn’t have any messy ties to some billionaire family legacy, and most importantly, he didn’t ask questions. If there was money involved, he was in.

And Wolf hadn’t demanded details either. All he said was, "One hundred grand a day. That’s my rate."

Yeah. A hundred K. Per day.

Max had hesitated for a second, it was a ridiculous price, but deep down, he figured that was Wolf’s way of saying he didn’t really want the job. But the second Max agreed, Wolf dropped the tough-guy act and just said, "Cool. Hit me up when you need me."

Max shook his head, half-smiling. I really hope I don’t end up needing him for multiple days in a row, he thought. That kind of rate would wipe me out fast. Compared to everyone else’s fees, it was off the charts, but understandable. Wolf had his own street gang to deal with, and they were currently under the White Tigers. It’s not like Max could just recruit him. Wolf had his own turf, his own rules.

Still, Max chuckled. Back when he was part of the White Tigers, he’d never thrown money around like this. But now? Now it was actually solving problems. And fast.

When he got back to class, Donto was already in his seat. Somewhere along the way, the teacher must’ve told him to head back.

Max didn’t argue. He just slid into his seat like it was no big deal. Donto looked over, raised his hands, then slapped them down on his knees like he was trying to keep himself from saying something. But after a second, he held back. He bit his lip and stayed quiet.

Truth was, as much as Donto wanted to say something, he knew the school was a better place because of Max. Whether he liked it or not, things had changed, for the better. So he let it go.

As soon as Max got to his desk, he checked underneath it like he always did. Sure enough, tucked neatly against the underside was another note waiting for him.

Did you hear about the restaurant on the moon?

Great food... no atmosphere.

Still hungry for more?

He smiled without meaning to. Every day, without fail, there was always a note, same spot, same time. No matter what kind of chaos he had on his plate, that little slip of paper gave him a second to breathe. A tiny slice of peace in his overcomplicated life.

How does she come up with so many of these? Max wondered. And... is this really her type of humor?

Lunch rolled around quicker than expected. Max was at the canteen, sitting at a table with Jay and a very injured Joe, whose arm was wrapped like a burrito in a cast and sling combo.

"Man, I can’t even feed myself properly," Joe groaned, giving Max a look like please have mercy.

"I’m not feeding you," Max shot back flatly. "I’ve had my fair share of busted hands, trust me. You’ll figure it out. Use your toes if you have to."

Joe stared at the floor like he was genuinely considering it. "My toes..." he muttered.

Right then, the sound of clattering trays snapped him out of his toe-dining thoughts.

Two girls walked up to their table.

"This spot was starting to look like a total sausage fest," Cindy said with a wide grin as she plopped down across from Max. Abby joined her, sliding into the seat beside her like they did it every day.

"Maybe we like eating sausages," Joe replied, crossing his arms with a smug look.

"Wait, people actually use that word like that?" Joe blinked, raising an eyebrow. The girls giggled.

Cindy gave him a long look. "Did you have to say it like that?" she sighed.

"Wow, are you seriously complaining right now?" Cindy shot back. "You owe me for this. Do you know how many guys would pay to have me feed them? Just a video of me doing it would go viral. Could make millions. You’re lucky I’m doing it for free."