From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318: The Next Step

Things began moving faster than Max had anticipated for him and the Billion Bloodline Group after the fall of both the Rejected Corps and the Chalkline Boys.

The dust of that bloody night had barely settled, but already the pieces of their empires were being rearranged, absorbed, and repurposed. The heavy lifting, at least on the business side, fell to three people.

Aron, with his deep connections in the business world and his network of lawyers, accountants, and fixers, along with Warma, who had a sharp mind for structure and organization, formed an unlikely but effective team. Together they made sure profits were streamlined and funneled in ways that kept the Billion Bloodline Group’s holdings clean, efficient, and, most importantly, safe from excessive taxation or legal eyes.

Because of their work, the wealth Max had gained multiplied quickly. The collapse of the two rival gangs didn’t just remove threats, it added weight to his empire. The combined assets of both groups brought in an additional estimated worth of thirty million dollars.

And unlike many gangs that were all bark and no bite, both groups had businesses that actually turned profits.

The Chalkline Boys had restaurants and a steady income from selling information, generating close to half a million a month. Meanwhile, the Rejected Corps, though less profitable, still brought in nearly two hundred thousand every month through their courier networks. It was a smaller number, but nothing Max could scoff at. Every gain mattered, especially when it strengthened his vow.

It pushed his total wealth over a milestone he had been chasing since the beginning.

[1,014,380,000]

For the first time, Max had more than he started with. His vow surged in response, and he could feel the raw power humming through him like an electric current.

But business wasn’t just about numbers on a screen. One more piece needed to be slotted into place: Wolf.

Wolf’s people were tasked with ensuring Montez and his boys did as they were told, keeping operations in line. They also oversaw one of the more delicate inheritances from the Rejected Corps, the courier service.

On the surface, it was simple: a delivery system for packages belonging to underground groups. They weren’t selling illegal goods themselves, but they were trusted to move things that others couldn’t risk through traditional channels. It was dangerous work. To survive in that line of business, one needed to be skilled, organized, and relentless. The Rejected Corps had excelled because of those qualities, and because of their backing from the Black Hounds. That protection had kept others from interfering.

Now, with the business folded into the Bloodline’s network, Wolf was the one managing it. He didn’t work alone. Students from Brinehurst, only the strongest and most willing, ran with him on different assignments across the city, proving themselves in the field.

Together, Max, Wolf, Aron, and Warma formed a strange but balanced trio of leaders. The Bloodline Group was no longer just a street gang. They had skipped that stage entirely, leaping straight into the ranks of an organized syndicate.

And, surprisingly, the world seemed to let them.

Weeks passed. The Black Hounds, who Max had braced himself against, never struck back. No challengers came from neighboring districts. No one tested whether the Bloodline’s power was legitimate or just smoke and mirrors.

For the first time in a long while, there was peace.

Until the day of graduation.

Max sat in his seat alongside the rest of his year, the stage set up on the school’s outdoor grounds. A hush fell over the students as the principal stepped onto the stage, his voice carrying across the crowd.

Good thing I absorbed both the Chalkline Boys’ and the Rejected Corps’ businesses, Max thought. Otherwise, we’d already be bleeding money just to keep the group afloat.

"Wait, is that Max’s ride?"

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