Best Cartel Books Novels & Stories

Ciro said with determination on his face. **************************** Carl was seated comfortably in his office going through the series of paperwork on his table, when he got an unannounced call from an unknown contact. "Who is this" He asked before the caller could speak "Greetings Mr. Carl, my name is Alvaro Sanchez, leader of the SNAKE EYE cartel" The caller introduced himself. "Yeah, how may I be of help?" "Apparently, I serve as the representative of the underworld cartels" Carl was confused for a minute. He wasn't sure he had heard of such name before.

His chest puffed out as he moved to stand beside James, finally ready to reveal the full scope of his ambitions. "I have to admit," Carter announced, his voice carrying an edge of smug satisfaction, "finding you wasn't easy, Selena Hall. Even with Black Gold Group's resources, you covered your tracks well." His lips curved into a cruel smile. "But the moment you stepped into my territory, I knew. A lone wolf with your qualifications, taking such keen interest in our old financial records? It was too perfect." "Your territory?" Ray's voice was deadly quiet. "Last I checked, Carter, you were Beta of my pack."

I turned my head away but managed to hold off my tongue. I had to buy myself some time. A loud banging on the door stole our attention as Lorenzo abandoned me for the time being and strode towards the door. I, for my part, knew that whoever it was, wouldn’t bring good news for me. Sure enough, three Hispanic men with a burly, rugged physique walked in. A common scorpion tattoo etched on the left side of their faces, and it didn't take long enough for me to recognize these men. Cartels. Paps and Viktor have done their best to get rid of them off the streets of Chicago, controlling the manufacture and distribution themselves.

My body wants to recoil. Silas and Atticus's expressions stay unreadable. If they can ignore whatever vibe Rustom gives off, then so can I. I follow their lead, swallowing down the unease. Atticus's posture is loose but there's tension in his shoulders. I think Rustom's comment got under his skin. Silas clears his throat. His voice is steady, businesslike. "Okay," he says, gaze sweeping over the men at the table, "what information do we have?" Armando is the first to lean forward. "The group that's been frequenting your resort is known as the Cortez Cartel. South American. Heavy connections in selling and smuggling routes."

*"You wanted me. Here I am." Ferraro’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. *"Oh, I don’t just *want* you. I *own* you."* A snap of his fingers. A guard stepped forward, dropping a leather-bound ledger at Damien’s feet. Damien’s stomach turned to lead. He knew that book. **The Ledger** Every dirty deal. Every laundered dollar. Every cartel payment he’d funneled through shell companies—all meticulously recorded in his own hand.

Of course, if that was the case, he wouldn't be where he was now. Luis Rojasknown as El Toro because he was built like a bullwas one of the most powerful cartel leaders in Mexico. Maybe in all of Central America. He and Elias' brother had been friends since they were both halcones (falcons) in the cartel named for Luis' family. Now Luis was the leader of the group that rivaled Sinaloa and was continuing to expand its reach. They were among the most feared narcotrafficantes and considered the most adept at bringing high-value humans over the border.

He wasn’t just dealing with drugs. At 31, Diego had already built a reputation that made him feared and respected. But his relationship with Antonia wasn’t just business. They were deeply connected, not only as partners in crime but as lovers. His drug cartel wasn’t the largest, but it was effective, ruthless, and growing steadily. He built it from scratch, starting with small operations in his early twenties before expanding into more lucrative territories. He wasn’t just about brute force; he was strategic, careful, and deeply invested in his network. His cartel specialized in high-quality narcotics that catered to an exclusive clientele, from wealthy elites to corrupt officials. It was a

Even though she never expected him to disclose his exact plan to her, she questioned, "What do you mean?" He shifted, laying her back gently against the pillows while he hovered over her. His one arm was braced beside her head. "You remember when I took you to Zurich?" he asked. She nodded and he smirked. "Exactly. I got evidence back then. By now, I've got many proofs. Against the Romanos. Both Lorenzo and Antonio." Her breath caught. "Proof of what?" "Of betraying the cartel. For years, actually!" he said calmly. "They've been diverting shipments for years. Selling arms and goods through private routes, laundering cartel money into shell companies, tipping off authorities about other board

Manuel's POV I spent three days tracking down which organisations Yates had stolen from and each name I uncovered made my stomach turn. Arms dealers. Human traffickers. Money launderers for terrorist cells. But the name that made my blood run cold was the last one. Sinaloa Cartel. One of the most brutal drug trafficking organisations in the world. Yates had laundered over forty million dollars for them over a decade and skimmed nearly eight million in the process. "Dios mio," I whispered. "He stole from Sinaloa."

Me. The Cardenas cartel, born in the streets of Medellín, Colombia, had perfected the art of violence, using it to intimidate, manipulate, and control those around them. They didn't adhere to the old ways, the unspoken rules that once defined men like us. Honour? Loyalty? Those words were just mere dust in the wind to them.