Best Cartel Books Novels & Stories

"Robyn and I finally found out that they've been doing business with the Russian Cartels, not the Markov mob boss. We're talking distribution not only drugs but also humans, they're waist-deep in the business. And get this, we have everything in writing. We think they're keeping it in case they get caught so they can pin it on you." I was fuming already, but I let Zal continue. "They're with Komarov, the one cartel who thrives as loan sharks, underground gambling, and cage fights." Zal paused, waiting if I have questions for him. But still, I keep quiet, urging him to tell me more. "Okay, so this is what I'm suggesting..."

He wore a plain, dark suit, his badge barely visible under his jacket. Fabio slid into the booth across from him, and for a moment, they just sat in silence, each sizing the other up. “So,” Marco finally said, leaning back in his seat. “You want out, and you think you can bring down the cartel.” “I don’t think,” Fabio replied, his voice steady. “I know I can.” Marco raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not fully convinced. “What do you have?” Fabio glanced around the diner, making sure no one was paying attention to them, then leaned in closer. “I’ve been working with the cartel for years. I know their routes, their operations, their suppliers. I can give you everything you need to bring

An argument? Lola crept closer, pressing her ear against the thick wooden door, straining to hear. “The Cali Cartel knows,” Matías’s voice hissed, sharp and urgent. “They want payment.” Lola’s heart leaped into her throat. The Cali Cartel? The name alone was whispered with fear throughout Sinaloa. A ruthless force whose power stretched across Mexico. What could they possibly want with Papa? “I’ll find a way,” Papa’s voice answered, but it lacked its usual strength; it sounded thin, almost desperate. “I always do.”

She looked at the screen and said, “I could tell you about them. The Cartel De Imperio.” I laughed. “You’re bluffing. You know nothing about them.” “I know everything about them.” She started. “They started in Platinum Pack and they've spread into three different territories, they all have a crab tattoo on the neck, they recruit young werewolves and they sell drugs at The Vincio Club in town. Oh, and they have a loan shark team too.” My jaw dropped. “I’ve been chasing these guys for years and found nothing. How the fuck did you know all of that, little duckling?”

Then the scent hit me…the sharp, unmistakable musk of his arousal. An animalistic growl simmered in my chest. Why the hell did it feel like he was touching what belonged to me? “Focus, Jake,” I snapped, the warning slicing through the room. “I’m sorry, boss,” Jake stammered, tearing his eyes away. “As I was saying... The cartel has the docks pinned down. They’re taxing every shipment of ours before it even touches the warehouse. We’re losing thirty percent. If we hit them now, the streets will turn into a bloodbath we can’t afford while you’re still healing.”

It was hard work, but she was determined to succeed. Finally, the day came when the cartel was ready to open. Rosalie had never felt more nervous in her life. She knew that everything was riding on this, and if it failed, she would lose everything. Don Marcus arrived at the opening ceremony, looking pleased. "So, Rosalie, how does it feel to be a cartel owner?" Rosalie smiled. "It feels amazing. Thank you for believing in me and lending me the money I needed." Don Marcus nodded. "Of course. But remember, Rosalie, I'm the only supplier in this cartel. You need me just as much as I need you."

{ Alvarez Cartel, Brazil}, that was the content of the message. Now she remembered what she has been trying to recalled for the last half an hours. In her rookies agent years, there’s a case that she was involved in. It was a case of one of the largest crime cartel that span all over the south America, which control all sort of dealing, drugs, human trafficking, weapons dealing and even sponsoring insurgencies all over the south America. The effects of their dealing has comes to the US soils and O’Malley was part of the secret operations that were tasked to handle the case. As an aspiring rookie agent, she was more that proud to serve her nations, but little that she knows that aside from he

****** The Cartel On the other side of the city, in an extravagant penthouse overlooking the skyline, Alvarez, the cold and calculating leader of the Cartel, swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand, his lips curled into an unreadable smile. His second-in-command stood before him, delivering the latest intelligence. "The Monadikos are preparing to strike. But it’s more than that. Adrian has uncovered the full truth behind his parents’ empire. He possesses the weapon blueprints. If this is true, he holds more power than any of us anticipated."

"Yeah, and three against one is good odds." I don't mention the fact that the Estrada Cartel is one of the most powerful in the world and neck and neck with the Vasquez Cartel, Adrianna's family. The Sidorov family, Volkov Bratva, and Callaghan Clan may well be formidable opponents but not for the Estrada Cartel. "How does it even work?" "What work?" he asks. "A Russian running the cartel's operations in Chicago." Luca shakes his head. "Don't ask me. I'm not sure Adrik is right in the head, to be honest. I doubt he's hashed out the details."

Rory arrived ten minutes later, his bright carrot red hair stuck up all over his head as if he had stuck his hand in an electric socket. 'The bastard is going to double-cross you, Boss.' He says, plonking himself down on a chair and putting his laptop on my desk before flipping it open. Pressing a few keys, he links the laptop to the large flat TV screen on the wall, then presses play. The picture is clear; we see Pavel sitting at a table in the Calibre Restaurant, and sitting with him is Miguel Laney, the head of the Colombian Cartel, and Juan Nexu, the head of the Mexican Cartel.