Bling Cartel Novels & Stories

“Comments like that will not be tolerated. The next time I won't hold Dominic back from ending you.” Dino only glared in response; he knew that he could never go into a one-on-one battle with either of us and come out alive. He should consider himself lucky that I am allowing him to work with us to redeem himself. I had plans to ruin his life for having the guts to try to go into a war with me. “Now, we need to find a way to retaliate against the Cartel. I heard that they have an important cargo that they are shipping into the United States from Mexico. We have to make sure that we intercept it.” Victor said.

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.

especially bad people. "Well well, if it isn't the drug dealer" I greeted, mockingly. "Please...I-I am sorry" He sobbed, trying to break free from the cuffs. His eyes were red, probably from how much he cried his eyes out. "You do know that I do NOT tolerate anyone who sells drugs, right?" I asked, while he nodded. I could tell that he would do anything just to let him go. "And that I will kill anyone who does it and knows I don't like it, especially when you used my name to sell it." I added and he nodded yet again.

"Fine, I get it. I'm just being careful so we don't start a mob war or the cartel thinking someone is out there doing their job, they might file you as a threat to them and decide to take your heads before you come for theirs" Luca scoffed, "The mobs and cartels coming for me? I look greatly forward to it but that won't be happening because non of this concerns them, whatever happens in your territory is your business, I'm not murdering cartel members or mob but greedy bastards that try to extend their business to a taken territory, and that is understood. The mafia and the cartel know this " The cartel was a group that controls the prices of illegal drugs and competition in the drug market,

Elena asked. "Because a part of me still believes in Dino. But that part is dying." Dino stared at him. "You're going to help us fix this. Then you can rot in a cell." Just then, Martinez's voice echoed over the speaker. "Sanchez's cartel just lost a shipment. Mexican authorities intercepted it. They’re panicking." "So we hit back," Dino said. "Hard." Tomiwa looked up from his tablet. "We have one window before they regroup."

{ 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

I said softly, he stayed silent as he scanned through the data I have gathered about the Russians. “They are a cartel, a gang called Bratstvo based in Moscow, looking to expand their influence to the US. I know that you Director and your guys have been at war with these kinds of people for years, so I am just preventing a disaster before it befalls us all. We all know what these people are capable of, and we cannot turn a blind eye to them.” Gosh, I was wasting words. “So what can I do for you, Miss Jones?”

He finally glanced up, gaze trailing lazily from my messy bun to the too-big T-shirt I hadn’t bothered changing out of. “That’s mine,” he said. “Observation skills on point,” I muttered, pouring coffee. He watched me over the rim of his own mug. “You look better.” “You mean not actively bleeding? Yeah, I feel great.” He didn’t respond. I sat across from him, stabbing my eggs like they’d personally wronged me. “Who were they?” I asked. He sighed. “Rival family. Los Zetas. They’ve been pushing into New York.” “Why Club Verde?”

I think about reaching over to flick the used needle away, but my eyes catch on the tattoos surrounding the metal prick. Luna. Her name is a swirl of colour in the bleak wasteland of cartel tats that proclaim my place, my superiority within the organization run by family. Los Zetas. The most feared cartel in Mexico and beyond. And I am among the elite within this vast army of underworld thugs. These marks upon my body are trophies of war, my right of passage. Lost innocence. Except for Luna. The one mark I had written over and over; on my arms, my legs, my neck and over my heart. My salvation.

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."