Best Cartel Books Novels & Stories

For a while, he just stared at me but then shook his head anyway saka mas lalo pang nilakihan ang hakbang nito as he headed to the business section, causing me to half run and half walk just to keep up with him. Goddammit! "Ms. Javier?" "W-What?" I answered with heavy breaths dahil sa kahahabol rito. "Take this." Then he suddenly throw a book that weighs like a bag of rocks to me na taranta ko namang sinalo. "What's this?" Naguguluhang tanong ko rito when he suddenly gave me that gray book. 'Ways to kill competitors' Agad na umarko ang kilay ko when I read those words boldly printed on its cover.

Detective Ramirez hated early mornings. He hated bikers and cartels even more. Rain ran down the station windows. The city smelled like failure to Ramirez. Every report on his desk said the same thing: the cartel was winning, and the bikers kept slipping away. He crushed his cigarette into a half-full coffee cup, then opened the folder labeled COLE MASON — VIPERS. You hit a gang by cutting off its head, sure — but if you want real results, you start at the heart.

It was clear that they were here for business, for the cartel's operations were a well-oiled machine that demanded unwavering focus. Emilio Vargas leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on me. "Let's get to business, Ms. Alissa." The directness of his words echoed throughout the room, the tension building with every passing second. I signaled to Stephan, and he brought in four crates I had kept aside for them. Emilio Vargas walked closer to the crates, holding out a device, which beeped loudly each time it came in contact with any of the crates. I wondered what could be the content of the crates, I still haven’t gotten the balls to ask Russo yet.

Aeden nudged him by hitting the butt of his pistol on the guy’s nape. “He-He runs the biggest and world’s largest drug… drug cartel and illegal arms dealership,” and I closed my eyes and let all one of it sink in. I was expecting something like this and it still is a bit harsh on me. It’s not always the way it seems. Aeden isn’t a normal man. But what got to me the most was him being the worst man of all. The Ancelotti Cartel.

The dark cartel was already agreed and agreed, many millionaires, not only would have more purchasing power, but also more bureaucratic power. The bovine dark cartel, was a group of very dangerous businessmen with intellectual character, they had a lot of reasoning, they were manipulative, ambitious, fraudulent, etc. They had a large work team, the same was made up of a small group were equal to them, ie their bosses, but with a little less power and of course could not make use of decisions that did not correspond to them, while the large group had the ability to adapt to any environment, should have the power to control their behavior, and had to respect the men with honor - so they called

Carlos stands up and points at one of the pictures “This was him when the CIA was frying his ass. His dad had just died he was barely twenty something he was making mistakes and making everything messy-” “Oh” I say as I slightly rub my lips “Yes, Alfredo was very sloppy in the beginning, his shipments and consignments were always getting busted and somehow they would find a way to trace to him and then he'd use a million dollars to clean up the lawsuit which wasn't favorable for the cartel” “Okay” “Okay what?” “How is he this super villain he is today” I blurt out of frustration, like you're waiting for your favorite movie clip to play but it keeps delaying

The night with the cartel. The deal had soured from the start—wrong faces, wrong eyes, wrong number of guns on the table. The cartel men wanted blood, not bargaining, and tension filled the room like gasoline waiting for fire. Kross had been ready to fight his way out, muscles coiled, heart steady. But he hadn’t counted on the boy—on Rico.

Don Cariello chewed the end of his cigar with an irritated expression. "That's why I thought it would be easily resolved. But the problem is, one of those novices has deep connections with the cartel, so things are getting strange. That bastard is using his mouth to drive a wedge between the cartel and us. One wrong move and we could be at war with the cartel." Having said that much, Don Cariello muttered curses, saying, "Those black bastards." Sonny Cascone, the consigliere of the Bonino family who had been silent until now, continued.

"What the fuck is it then, Cal?" He reaches beside him for something on the seat, and slides a manilla folder across the table for Trig and I. This, he allows us to open right away, unlike the picture that's still turned over. Inside are two fake passports and a stack of papers that outline the job he wants us to do. Once I begin reading and putting the pieces together, I slam the folder shut and shake my head. "No fucking way, Callum. We're not going to fucking Mexico for a hit. We boost cars and shit, not kill people. Especially when it comes to the cartel."

“What are you building?” Eli looked up, his hazel eyes bright with focus. “A trap. For the Caruso Cartel. I’ve been studying their supply chains. Their weapon shipments. Their money routes. I can redirect everything. Make their shipments go to our warehouses instead of theirs. Bankrupt them without firing a single bullet.” Cove smiled, reaching out to brush a curl from Eli’s forehead. “You’re dangerous when you’re like this. I love watching you work.”