From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301: When Rivals Sit Together

In all their history of clashing, the Rejected Corps had always been the smaller gang.

When it came to business dealings, manpower, and territory, the Chalk Line Boys were the bigger player. They had resources, connections, and years of embedded influence.

The Chalk Line Boys owned multiple restaurants and pool halls scattered across the district of Brinehurst—the poorest part of Notting Hill, but still their stronghold.

It was partly because of that location that the Rejected Corps had set their sights on them in the first place. To Chrono and his crew, they had seemed like the perfect stepping stone—a lower-level organized group that could be taken down. Crushing them would elevate the Rejected Corps from a street gang to a recognized organized force.

The two sides had fought each other again and again. Skirmishes in back alleys. Brawls that left members hospitalized. Scores settled and then reignited in an endless cycle. But after all the blood and broken bones, things had come to this—a meeting.

A chance to end it, or at least to change it.

"Four of you, stay outside," Chrono ordered as they arrived at the Chalk Line Boys’ mountain stronghold. "We never know what could happen. We have to be prepared for anything."

Four members of the Rejected Corps immediately took position outside the large double doors. Across from them, four members of the Chalk Line Boys stood as well, hands tucked casually into pockets, eyes sharp.

It was more than just security—it was a statement. A silent reminder that, despite the meeting, these were still two rival gangs. Neither side trusted the other not to pull something.

Inside, the atmosphere was heavy with caution.

These men had fought each other too many times, some even maiming or killing members of the other side. The bad blood between them ran deep, and while both leaders had agreed to meet, every soldier in the room knew how quickly things could turn.

The Rejected Corps entered the grand dining hall, their boots echoing against the polished floor. Without a word, they moved to the right side of the venue, facing the Chalk Line Boys, who lined up on the opposite side.

Two forces staring each other down—like armies before a battle.

Then, with one man accompanying Montez and another walking beside Chrono, the two leaders stepped forward. They reached the long rectangular table at the exact same time and sat opposite each other, the air between them crackling with tension.

On the table, there was a thick stack of papers with a pen placed neatly beside it. Another pen lay on the opposite side.

Chrono smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I’m happy to hear that you finally saw the advantage of our situation," he said. "I didn’t want this to turn into an all-out fight if we could avoid it. Less blood spilled is better for all of us. And although you might feel the sting at the start..." His tone shifted, almost persuasive. "...I’m sure you’ll see the benefit in the long run."

Taking one of the papers from his side of the table, Montez began to sign them one by one, each movement deliberate. The sound of the pen scratching across the page seemed to echo in the tense silence. He slid each completed page into a growing pile.

"Don’t rub it in, Chrono," Montez said, his voice carrying a warning edge. "Push it too far, and you know this whole room can still turn into a bloodbath. It was hard enough to convince everyone to agree to this as it is."

The Rejected Corps are just too skilled... too organized. Their fighters are disciplined, coordinated, dangerous. Our last hope was that damned Dud... but he’s vanished. No one knows where he is. With that, my options ran out. I had no choice but to do this.

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