Bling Cartel Novels & Stories

The sapphire bracelet my grandmother had left me, a flawless royal blue piece worth more than 4,000,000 dollars, turned up on Cecelia Swanson's social media. In the photo, the assistant, fresh out of college, raised a glass of champagne. Her smug caption made my skin crawl: [Thank you for spoiling me, Mr. Tavernier. The Professor said this bracelet alone could buy a few houses~] I sent Mason Tavernier a text. [Bring the bracelet back within two hours, or face the consequences.] He left me on Read. Two hours later, I sat staring at my phone, my finger hovering over the [Report to Police] button. Three seconds passed. Then the reception erupted into chaos. Through the venue's security

It took several months of careful planning and preparation. I thought I could get Carlos to stop the human trafficking and smuggling, I thought I could make him stop my uncles from using my company to launder money for cartels. But he made it clear to me that he couldn’t do anything about it because that’s how it works in his line of business.

“Before I forget every year we spent building this syndicate together and put a bullet through your chest right here.” Jalo barely reacted. “You can kill me tomorrow, boss. But the regional council convenes in two hours. And the real buyers—the ones who actually own the Italian corridor—are already waiting at the lower docks.” Mikael shoved him away. Jalo straightened his jacket and adjusted his glasses. Before leaving, he looked at me one last time. Then he walked past Mikael and disappeared down the private elevator. Silence filled the room. Mikael turned toward me. His chest rose and fell heavily, and the anger in his eyes hadn't disappeared.

Erin added, looking at Scarlett, who was stunned and trembling. “He let his world turn into darkness. He was selling drugs in the black market.” Scarlett was even more shocked by Erin’s revelation and covered her mouth. “N-no way! He will never do that! The black market is a dangerous place! They know about us! Because our brother Carter used to be a member of the black market!” Scarlett shouted, clutching her chest as it suddenly tightened, causing Rios to panic and help her lie down on the bed, but she pushed him away, making him sigh.

But no, you wanted to taste him first, and when things went wrong, you were never to be found again. What are you trying to say? This mission went wrong because of me. Oh, fuck you, Sasha. The only reason everything went wrong was because Nana didn't get all the possible information on him. That guy was a highly classified criminal. He runs Half-Cartel and Drug Lords here in New York. He has an army of guards guiding him and connections everywhere. It's more like he runs this city. Bella screamed out, shrugging Sasha's hands off her.

I shrugged, completely unsure what Dante would say. Dante stepped forward. “The success of the Roríguez cartel is the success of the Luciano famiglia. In the last six months, the Myshkin bratva and now the Kozlov bratva were brought down by the assassination of their leaders. Elizondro Herrera is using the unrest in the bratvas to his benefit.” Dante spoke louder. “When the Roríguez cartel was hit with tragedy, you did not crumble.” All the eyes in the room were on Dante.

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.”

Allison said. “So we can't even fight this.” I hissed. “We can't, Alpha.” “And what do they want?” I asked. “An escort for their next drug delivery.” Allison said. “And something tells me that this is not just an ordinary cartel we're delivering to.” I muttered. “It's the Skull cartel.” She said. “Fucking hell!” I growled, feeling my wolf about to burst out. I could see the veins on my hand already trying hard to pop out, and I was barely maintaining my cool.

Meanwhile, Luca himself seemed to lean his back against the backrest of his chair, seeking the most comfortable sitting position. "Deploy the best people we have to expedite the search for Giorgino," he commanded. "Spread them out in every direction, even to the darkest corners. I want you to bring Giorgino to me by the end of this week. If necessary, seek help from the Sinaloa Cartel to assist us." The Sinaloa Cartel was a feared mafia group in Mexico. Led by Joaquin, this cartel was notorious for being responsible for the deaths of thousands, including American citizens.

They were going to pay for how HaenBong and Carlos lost their lives and how they ruined the main branch of my business. Uncle Alejandro Martinez owned one of the sneakiest cartels in Cartagena. The FBI didn't even know about their existence. He was the Uncle of Carlos's mother. We had joined forces so we could take the Olysters down one by one. He was going to help me with weapons, drugs and henchmen. My husband was still in prison, but we were going to burst him out soon. I had started to rebuild my hideout in Cartagena, Columbia. The green vipers name was never going to fall because of some lame ordinary people.