Best Cartel Books Novels & Stories

Just as he had moles amongst us, we bought ours with blood to get the slightest information from his dealers. Aside from his freaking trade on minors and prostitutes for his cartel, there was nothing involving bribery and silent gift. I tapped on the document. One day… this would leak out in the most decent way. I was done with all the materials before me, still no progress. Quite exhausted, I got down from my throne for the first time since the Capo marched in and out, and strolled to the fancy bar. ‘What am I getting wrong?’ I pulled out the roughly sculpted bottle and took a swig directly, letting the bitterness leave a burning sensation on my throat.

"The Cartel is operating here because these port towns are economic no-man's-lands, run by the lowest common denominator of human and rogue wolf interests." We spent days moving through dusty border towns, avoiding Silvermoon identification, and speaking to Zeva's contacts disaffected human merchants, pragmatic smugglers, and minor pack leaders who had been squeezed by the Cartel. The picture that emerged was terrifying. They weren't just running money from Varis's corruption; they were dealing in Arcane Contraband. They traded in highly restricted elemental ores and, more ominously, ancient, uncatalogued artifacts that could potentially hold massive, contained energy signatures exactly the

“You know, the cartel…” “The cartel is a business. They sell weapons. They don’t care who they sell to, as long as the money is good. They’re not interested in getting involved in a pack war.” I stood, and walked over to the large window overlooking the pack lands. Without being told, I knew I had a very beautiful pack and I would go to any length to defend it. And no son of a bitch, no matter how connected can take my throne. “Zeus is trying to make himself look bigger than he is. I eliminated Marcus and I'll eliminate him.”

He flanks him almost constantly. I have learned in the past month that most of the business Carrero oversees is surface legitimate. The dodgy dealings going on in the shadows and if you didn’t know any better you would mistakenly think he was just another rich entrepreneur with his hand in a lot of gold pots in this city. I happen to know differently though and overheard one of his millions of black suits that follow him around talking about a weapon shipment in his office last week. Alexi confirmed a shipment at the docks, and I know he has enough narcotic product in the USA already to pave his properties with gold should he want to. I cannot even begin to estimate his net worth or that of

“He only said something about a cartel and about you being in their way… I swear I know nothing, please just fucking kill me… shoot me” “I am getting to that” I smirked. “He said to tell you that the El Dorado cartel wants you gone” the man bellowed I stilled at this The El Dorado cartel? Also known as the Red shadows; they were the most dangerous mafia cartel known to man. “I am sure they would not tell a slaughter goat like you why they would want me dead?” I asked The man shook his head vigorously at this question. I released him, the steel still wedged in his cock.

“But even a well-oiled machine has its stress points.” El Jefe gave a faint smile: “Our motto… trust no one… use everyone.” That philosophy had worked for decades. Politicians used the cartel for money. The cartel used politicians for protection. Bankers used them to multiply their investments. They needed the bankers’ money to move goods. Everyone used everyone. It was a machine powered by mutual compromise. But machines required maintenance. And sometimes… removal of broken parts.

Thinking I could beat the cartel at their own game was foolish. *******************************************

“I know he bagged ten during his last deal. But he only reported five.” Hunter did only report five, so that made my spy more credible. I pulled out the wad of cash and set it on the table. “Leave.” He stuffed the money into his jacket then left the strip club. I stared straight ahead and looked at the girls without paying attention to them. My thoughts were focused entirely on Hunter Reyes, head of one of my biggest drug cartels. He pulled in money from the eastern countries. He had the most connections and the most men, so he was able to produce his product very quickly. The Cardello brothers were becoming the next biggest competitors with their amazing product. Case Cardello appeared fear

“They move shipments through here. Guns, cash and intel.” He stepped toward the door, cuffs still on. I followed closely, gun drawn out. Inside, the air smelled like dust and oil. The light filtered through broken blinds, streaking across stacks of crates. Each one had the cartel stamp with the cartel’s symbol- a black serpent coiled around a cross. Luca walked to a particular crate, stopped in front of it and used his shoulder to shove the lid open. Papers spilled out. They contained maps, coded messages and lists of names.

The combination of the two was an unprecedented, truly formidable force. Their first target was not the global cartel itself, but its foundation. Amara, with a chilling coldness, orchestrated a campaign of disinformation, planting rumors that the cartel's leaders were corrupt, that their businesses were fronts for money laundering, that their power was built on a foundation of lies and deceit. The campaign, a masterpiece of strategic deception, was a direct, silent, and utterly devastating challenge to the cartel's power.