From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Somone in Charge of the Money

After finishing a full workout at the gym, Max returned to his apartment. But unlike most weekdays, someone was already there waiting for him.

Aron Stern.

As soon as Max stepped through the door, he tossed his gym bag into the corner without a second thought. He walked over to his desk and dropped into the office chair, spinning it around so he could face Aron, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Your latest purchase seems to have gone through," Aron said calmly. "Which is good news, but it’s also why I think you should seriously consider my proposal."

"Right..." Max leaned back in his chair, catching his breath. "You told me before I even asked you to handle this, that as the Billion Bloodline grows, we’ll need someone to manage all the financial operations."

He began ticking off the responsibilities on his fingers.

"Handling company paperwork, tracking purchases, following up on new investments and acquisitions... all of that, right?"

"Correct," Aron replied with a nod. "So far, I’ve managed to keep everything running through... certain means. But the truth is, doing all of that splits my focus."

He looked Max directly in the eye.

"And I’d rather not be distracted. My job, my real job, is protecting you."

Max gave a slow nod. He understood the situation perfectly.

Even in the underworld, every major organization had someone behind the curtain. The financial brain. The one who kept things stable. The one who handled the books, managed the businesses, moved the money.

They weren’t usually the ones on the front lines, but they were just as important. Without them, the entire machine fell apart.

The real question now was, who could Max trust?

Whoever he brought in to help with the finances would know everything: the full truth about his wealth, what he was building, who he really was. That person would have to keep quiet about the shady side of things too, when money was funneled into something not exactly legal or business-friendly.

This wasn’t just about numbers. It was about loyalty.

"I know what you’re thinking," Aron said, standing up and brushing off his suit with both hands. "And I’ve already done some research into that."

Max raised an eyebrow, waiting.

"There’s a financial advisor who lives nearby," Aron continued. "And not just that, he’s actually related to someone from your school. Do you happen to know a girl named Cindy?"

"Cindy?" Max repeated.

A mental image formed instantly, short blonde hair, sharp attitude. He’d only met her a couple of times, but one moment stood out clearly in his mind.

Back when he was injured, she was the one who took him to her uncle’s pharmacy. She’d helped him, really helped him. That moment had stuck with him more than he’d realized.

"It turns out," Aron explained, "her father is a financial advisor. He works for a mid-sized firm, mostly handling clients with wealth in the hundred-thousand range. But with you being close to his daughter, I think you could ask for an introduction. She might be able to help connect the two of you."

Max didn’t answer right away.

He thought about it.

And kept thinking, even into the night. He knew he needed a financial advisor, someone to help manage the increasingly complex web he was building. And if that person was close to someone he already had a connection with, that gave him some level of trust. Some leverage.

But... I don’t want to make the same mistake Dipter did, Max thought. He used Abby like a tool, something to manipulate me. I can’t do that to Cindy. I won’t.

Still, the fact that the advisor wasn’t extremely wealthy or deeply embedded in any criminal networks? That was a goodthing. It meant they were less likely to be tied to anything, or anyone, dangerous.

Eventually, the next day at school rolled around.

Max stepped into the classroom, scanning the room casually. His eyes landed on Abby and Cindy, sitting together and sharing lunch at their usual spot.

The moment Max entered, several boys in the classroom immediately stood up a little straighter. A few even gave small, respectful bows in his direction.

He ignored them.

When Max walked over to the girls’ table, one of the nearby boys quickly swiveled his chair out of the way to let him pass, almost as if making room for royalty.

"What the heck is going on?" Cindy asked, raising an eyebrow. "First of all, I think this is the first time you’ve ever come to talk to us. And second... why are all the boys acting like you’re some kind of king?"

She had known the old Max, the one who avoided eye contact, the one who got pushed around. This version of him, the person sitting across from her now... he felt like a stranger.

"The reason I came over," Max said, looking directly at her, "was because I needed to talk to you."

A loud thud echoed through the classroom.