From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315: The Birth of an Empire

Part of the Bloodline Group had already moved into the storage rooms of the venue and to the large van parked outside.

Inside, they found crates stacked with restraints and equipment, gear clearly meant for controlling large groups. It didn’t take long for them to realize the Rejected Corps had never fully trusted the Chalkline Boys to follow through with this deal. They had prepared a contingency in case things went south. And now, that very precaution was being turned against them.

Quickly, the Bloodline members dragged their beaten enemies into clusters, binding their arms and legs so they couldn’t move or even attempt an escape.

Among the crates were even several sets of police-grade handcuffs. There weren’t nearly enough for everyone, but they used them wisely, locking down the more dangerous ones, those who had tried to break free or put up the most resistance.

One of those bound in cuffs was none other than Montez, the head of the Chalkline Boys.

Wolf grabbed him roughly by the arm and marched him across the cluttered room. He shoved him down into the only chair at a small, battered table.

In the chaos, papers had spilled across the floor, some scattered, some half-torn. Max crouched, gathering them up into a pile, flipping through page after page. His eyes skimmed the words quickly, absorbing details without slowing.

Wolf pushed Montez into place across the table. The defeated leader shook his head, his face twisted in disbelief.

"I can’t believe this," Montez muttered through clenched teeth. "We’ve actually lost... to a bunch of high schoolers."

Max finally looked up from the papers, his gaze sharp.

"You and the Rejected Corps already had bad blood," he said evenly. "In truth, you were just swept up in everything that happened tonight. My target was Chrono. Always was. But when the chance finally came to strike, when we knew exactly where he would be, it was here."

Max dropped the papers onto the table with a slap.

"And I wanted to send a clear message. We didn’t jump him in an alley. We didn’t ambush him when he was alone. We took down Chrono and his entire gang face-to-face, along with yours, without tricks or shadows. We completely defeated the Rejected Corps, and everyone watching knows it. That’s the kind of message the Bloodline Group needed for our debut."

His words carried weight. Around them, the tied-up Chalkline members kept silent, the sound of their ragged breathing the only reply.

Max leaned in slightly, his tone sharp but calm. "To have crushed the Rejected Corps, the most feared street gang in Notting Hill, and taken down an organized crew like yours at the same time... people will remember this."

Montez didn’t respond, but his silence spoke louder than words. He knew Max was right. The Chalkline Boys could do nothing now against the Bloodline. Even if they tried to rebuild, even if they scraped together new recruits and came back, the news of tonight would spread quickly. And that news would make every other group think twice before ever crossing them again.

However, even if the Chalkline Boys were somehow allowed to keep operating after tonight, they would now be marked as a clear and permanent target. The battle had already exposed their weaknesses, and the whispers of their downfall would spread across every back alley and street corner by morning.

It was over for the Chalkline Boys. Their reputation, their business, their name, it was already crumbling.

"You were in the middle of signing a deal with Chrono, correct?" Max asked, his tone sharp and commanding. His voice carried the weight of the entire room, pulling every ear toward him. "I want to make that same deal with you. Everything Chrono was set to gain will now go to the Bloodline Group. Everything will belong to us from this day forward.

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