Best Cartel Books Novels & Stories

"But that wasn't all. There's something else he did. He gave the other cartels morale. Nothing happens under the sun without a third party knowing. Nothing, Pope. And these cartels saw how Ceaza successfully managed to deal heavy blows to us. And seeing all these gave them a certain strength and courage that they could do the same. "They started hitting our joints, a mistake of course. I single-handedly obliterated the lot of them. That's not the point actually. The point is this: one successful attempt at a shot at us is enough to ignite a spark that would definitely erupt into a raging fire. The same information Ceaza had about us is almost equivalent to what Burnley has on us. "The questi

Each person in the room shared Claus's determination to bring down El Patrio's drug cartel, and they all carried with them a deep resolve to see justice served. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as Claus began to share their plan and exchanged critical information with the group. He outlined the cartel's operations, its key players, and its vulnerabilities. Claus had meticulously gathered intelligence during his travels, and now, he felt a growing sense of unity among those in the room. As Claus continued to speak, the group members chimed in with their insights and experiences. They were a diverse group, each person bringing unique skills and knowledge to the table. Some had firs

He protected Tiago, just as he promised, and when I got out of here, he would be the first one to get a big reward. My name is Marvin Romero Castillo. I’m 25-years old, and I’m the son of the head of the Castillo cartel, Mario Castillo. The Castillo’s were in charge of California and the most powerful cartel in the area. We had people from all over and were still growing day by day. “Marvin.” Panther laughed. “You’ve gained weight!” I looked down at my still-toned abs and wondered what kind of bullshit Panther was on. “The food isn’t too bad, so I can’t complain.”

Gage struggled to get the words out. The Sosa Kartel was a large drug ring run by Sars Sosa— the bane of Romero’s existence. Sars tried for many years to get into money laundering, but Romero’s operation was just too great, his reach too far. Every major player was already fiercely Loyal to the Bartolone Family, and Sars was shut out. Sars was always trying under-handed tactics to weaken Romero’s hold and was ignored for the most part, but this—blowing up his casino—was the last straw.

I asked. "I have a proposal, I hear you know how to get the job done quickly with no unnecessary problems in between. And I need a favour," he started. "Depends on the favour." "Do you mind negotiating with the Diable Cartel? I need to sell my products at a good price and everyone knows how fussy they are about prices." "Sorry, no can do." "Oh come on Falcon, you are the best at getting everything you have at a great deal. It's just a little bargain," he pleaded.

We agreed, whenever I was taken to Carlos' house he would remove me from the others' salon and I would help him with his forbidden love. I would take messages and return with them feeling like a mischievous cupid between the two of us, Carlos and I would climb into bed and talk for hours about totally random things, outside the bedroom I knew the relentless man who was building what would become the biggest Cartel in the world. Mexico. I lost count of how many times Stefano incited someone to make him kill in front of me with jealousy for being taken to the room and not treated as he would have liked. "Sorella, what happened?" I give Gia a sad smile.

Guilia said. “We have made fifty crates available for your cartel. Just like your father asked,” she said, placing the tip of her nails together with her elbow on the table for support, staring back at Alfredo, who was trying his possible best to intimidate her. She picked up the documents on her table. “According to the price of the market, it will be going for 1.5 million,” she said, and Alfredo chuckled. Guilia tried not to shake in his presence, so she kept her head straight.

Chapter 15 Bennett Stone had been curious about the stakes and the death. If he'd taken the lead to take out all the cartels in his City at the docks. It would have been easy. He had men and women flocking around him, to take and to give. He did not deal well with charity. He'd give you shit and you'd take it that way or better still get on his black list. At the end of the night, leaving the club where he'd gone to clear his head with his buddies.. he'd come to learn that there was a new cartel in his City.

I screeched. "Yes!" Rick said promptly. "Fine, get the hell outta here too," I commanded. "There is an important piece of info…" "I said leave!!!" I fired and Rick stopped. He bowed and before walking out, he dropped a document on my table. As the door shut behind him, I picked up the document furiously and split it open. It was a letterhead letter from the Trojan Cartel in Italy. Trojan Cartel was a secret cartel in Italy devoted to the distribution of mainly heroin. I had been trying to get into their line of distribution for a long time and now it's here!

No gleaming gold bars. The secret vault is a treasure trove of madness. Neat rows of pills and small bags of fine powder. Paraphernalia for consumption. And beneath them, files. Contracts and agreements between Tristan, the Laurent Group, and a major drug cartel—a syndicate that was, until recently, the FBI’s most wanted. A violent chill races down my spine. Every muscle in my body locks rigid. My throat is desert-dry yet burning at the same time. I am frozen, staring, unblinking, at the lineup of hidden insanity that has lived under my roof, beside my bed.