Bling Cartel Novels & Stories

And she was sure her family could hear it too. She saw about six men all dressed in black suits and each a pair of Giorgio Armani shoes. 'Mr. Martelli must be wealthy' She thought. "The papers," One of the men said to her brother, who quickly handed the papers to him. Carine stood rooted to the ground. This was happening. "Let's go, ma'am " One of the men walked up to her. She turned to watch her family members for the last time. They didn't even bother to spare her a glance. She exhaled.

I nodded. “The cartel is at Lockwood Logistics.”

A few of my men quickly dismount the barrels and carry them to the scale. One of them yells over to us, “Yo Boss your not gunna like this…” “Calvin is fucking with you, this is only 50lbs!” I glare at Tomas, who starts waving his hands in surrender. “Did you know about this?” I demanded. “No sir, of course not, I just handle deliveries…” Tomas explains. “Get out of my face before I blow your brains out” I cursed at Tomas. He runs off like a coward towards the yacht. Storming away I hop in the suv. Whipping out my phone I call Calvin, leader of the Island Cartel.

Maybe they can set him up in a hospital room next to Bill. At the end of the alley, Carrie turns onto the main avenue without checking for traffic, leaving startled drivers honking in her wake. She takes a deep breath, exhales loudly, and destroys Trent’s fragile calm: “We messed up back there.” “No shit,” Trent yelps. “Big Jim’s expanding into cocaine. He hates the stuff, says it means too many cartel people up his ass, but since the state’s legalizing weed soon, he’s got to find another line of business.”

I walked out without another word, the heavy door clicking shut behind me. I knew the rules wouldn’t exactly sit well with some of them, but they all benefitted in different ways. The Bratva regained predictable access to the shipping lanes. The cartel can move products without constant interruptions. The Irish mob kept its gambling operations open. The Yakuza protected its financial investments and import businesses. While the De Luca syndicate, on the other hand, maintained stability at the port it controlled. I was glad all this was sorted out, or at least handled to a certain extent. As the car rolled through the rain-slicked streets, the only thought that occupied my mind was that of th

“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

Still, she felt something worse was coming. Two weeks after Alexei’s death, Marco confirmed her fear. He brought information that made her chest tighten. An informant had heard about a meeting between the remaining Bratva leaders and Mexican cartel representatives. If they formed an alliance, it would be disastrous. Elena called an emergency commission meeting. The room filled with arguments. The Santoro boss said they could not fight both groups at once. The DeLuca boss suggested reaching out to the cartels. Damien said cartels never backed down when they saw opportunity.

The night with the cartel. The deal had soured from the start—wrong faces, wrong eyes, wrong number of guns on the table. The cartel men wanted blood, not bargaining, and tension filled the room like gasoline waiting for fire. Kross had been ready to fight his way out, muscles coiled, heart steady. But he hadn’t counted on the boy—on Rico.

Closing my eyes, I fought sleep as I replayed everything that had happened over the last few days. There was something that Camila said. Brazen. Why would the bratva be brazen? They wouldn’t. Someone who wanted the cartel to appear weak would. Fuck, I needed to call Aléjandro.

I heard Carter say, "Carlos, man. Her family is supposed to be on the news especially here on this newscast to put out her missing poster. Her dad reached out to those in the Cartel, which means the world." Carlos finishes the last bite of his Chile Relleno. "You think I am scared of them? Please, they're messy and are always getting caught. I don't get caught; I get richer." Dusting off his jacket, while he collects the plates and stuffs them into the sink. "They show no mercy, and you're going to get us killed," replied Michael. "That's the risk we all take when we both sold our souls to my father." T aking a glass out of the cabinet and filling it with some rum.