Bling Cartel Novels & Stories

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.

“Alright... there are drug cartels. They move drugs, sell them. There are arms cartels — people who trade guns. There are smuggling groups — they move things hidden, like goods and small things. There are human trafficking rings — very bad, they sell people. There is money laundering — they hide dirty money. There are cyber gangs — they steal online, hack banks. There are extortion groups — they force people to pay. There are mixed groups that do a little of everything. And there are small street gangs that control areas, collect protection money.” Calla’s eyes lit up. “Good. So many choices. Which one sounds fun?” Neva laughed, a short, shocked sound. “Fun? Calla, this is not fun. If you sa

But now that Mathew had directly threatened the two things I cared about the most, there was no way I was going to sit still and let it slide. I knew exactly where to hit Mathew hard, and I was not going to let this opportunity slide. His cartel was a large one, and Matthew Forger had a big reputation in the underground business world. His cartel was mostly responsible for the sale of transportation of goods in the black market, and I had inside info that they were transferring illegal merchandise into the city tonight.

“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.

I can't get that out of my system. The streets are littered with weapons and corpses. The Italian mafias have allied with me, and they're taking down every Corelia business. Spain is my domain, and they're the prey; they have no way out, and I'm the boss of the board, waiting to perform the checkmate. The Bratva is hunting every Russian working for Aleksandr, and the Cali Cartel, led by Manolo, annihilates every partner working for them. Mum continues to move our shipments and manage our business, while Uncle Christopher is in charge of the organization.

Aria felt her heart stop, Camilla left her alone to be with a man? “You’re sure?” Lucian asked, “Camilla’s with them. Monterio’s been using her and what she took to track us.” His gaze fell back on Aria, hated pooled in his eyes. “And the Carranza cartel in Mexico?” Lucian dropped his legs from the desk, killing the cigarette in the ashtray. Domenico leaned off the wall, “They’ve cut a deal with the Monterios, guns and ammo through the eastern pots, and drugs at every depot.

“Holidong on, but those mother-fuckers are going down.” He met her gaze. “We already on it love.” Massimo handed her a small device, a burner phone, screen cracked but functional. A video was queued up. Talana pressed play. The feed showed a warehouse somewhere in Eastern Europe. De Marco’s cartel stronghold. Men loading crates of artillery and drugs. Then, detonation. A fireball ripped through the structure, men screaming, steel shattering. The camera cut to black. Massimo’s voice was like stone. “One of his hubs. Gone. And there’ll be more.”

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

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.

The next morning, tension was thick in the air. The TV blared the news, and the headline hit like a gut punch. Henry Blackthorn, the alleged leader of a notorious drug cartel got himself arrested after a wild raid of the building, chained to a chair with two dead bodies laid next to him with a sign in his hands,“I abducted a woman. I am guilty”.