Bling Cartel Novels & Stories

I had been poking a hornet's nest with a very short stick. “The Carranza signature is all over this encryption,” I said, my fingers hovering over the glass console. “Elio isn’t just a sadist with a grudge anymore. He’s the glue. He’s managed to convince the leftover dregs of the European cartels and the Asian triads that I’m the common denominator of their demise.” “Which you are,” Mateo pointed out, leaning over the console. “You’ve dismantled their money laundering hubs and seized their ports. You’ve basically turned the global underworld into a charity for the Velez Holding. They don’t have a choice but to unify or starve.”

"Fine. I'm dead meat anyway. Sure this cartel sells drugs but their main business is biological warfare. They grow weed, mix it with wolfsbane with the power to knock a grown wolf unconscious for days and sell it to whoever will buy pretty much. Sometimes it's a direct attack, sometimes they sell it as a weapon for someone else to use. My job is to keep it well away from the pack, in particular, Leo's army, and out of the hands of any of his enemies." "So they're using weed laced with wolfsbane as a way of disarming packs?" I asked. "Leaving them vulnerable to attack so that they can easily take every penny of money from them," Luca replied. "Oh..." "These criminals are organised and clever.

"This stuff. I've been doing business with the Colombian cartel for over three years, and I've been making a tidy profit. But now some Colombian punks who were just doing petty theft in Miami are trying to insert themselves between the cartel and us to take a cut." Don Cariello rubbed his nose, which was covered with white powder, with the cigar between his fingers. White powder stuck to his nose like flour. "They're some really brazen bastards. Even though they know exactly who we are, they absolutely refuse to back down. They've figured out they can make a fortune just by inserting themselves in the middle and taking a commission." "Wouldn't the cartel also not want a few novices inserting

“When I have answers worth giving.” “How?” “How do I tell someone who’s been looking for her family for years that they’re a cartel, who has killed people and she’s the heir to that empire.” Dante studied me quietly before nodding. “I understand.” “I don’t want her worrying over possibilities.” “She’d worry anyway.” “Exactly.” Which was why I intended to carry that burden myself. Thomas’s POV My phone vibrated just before sunset. “The report?” “It’s about Luca.” I straightened in my chair.

He poured the contents onto the polished wood. It wasn't gold, and it wasn't a warning note. It was a single, heavy silver coin etched with the emblem of a coiled viper clutching a human skull—the mark of the Veracruz Cartel, the global syndicate that Dominic had been running from when he returned to Blackwood.

Her brother shook his head sadly. She wiped her tears away. “Carlos was never going to let us go. He had grandiose plans to take over this city. Do you know what was on those flash drives? The Bratva’s bank accounts and the billions of dollars they control. Carlos and his no good friends were going to steal the money and force them to hand over this territory. He was going to start a war no one could…win for money.”

“And just last night, my best friend from college had a gun pointing at me. Next, you were shooting her in the middle of the party’s chaos-“ “Please, Minerva, this is not the right time-“ he tried to say. “- so tell me what the fuck just happened last night that is connected to the conversation you had with my cousin?” We stared at each other. I glared at him to let him know that I am full with mixed frustation and confusion right now. Silence engulfed us before he decided to speak up again. “Your parents are the founders of the Red Cartel,” he revealed. “It is an organization with assassins who kill enemies of the government, like mafia gangs and huge criminals in the country.”

Sold to Diaz Cartel . Chapter 25: Born to be owned . “I know exactly what you are going through because I lived through it, for years. Everyday wishing he would kill me and, when he didn’t, wishing I could just die,” confesses Harley. With a deep sigh he dries some of the leftover tears on his face, his eyes now dry. “I can name a million different kinks, positions and punishments because I have experienced them all. Mister Cartel was an experimental man and I his toy.”

Manuel's POV I spent three days tracking down which organisations Yates had stolen from and each name I uncovered made my stomach turn. Arms dealers. Human traffickers. Money launderers for terrorist cells. But the name that made my blood run cold was the last one. Sinaloa Cartel. One of the most brutal drug trafficking organisations in the world. Yates had laundered over forty million dollars for them over a decade and skimmed nearly eight million in the process. "Dios mio," I whispered. "He stole from Sinaloa."

The campaign, a masterpiece of strategic deception, was a direct, silent, and utterly devastating challenge to the cartel's power. The second target was not the cartel's men, but its money. Dante, with a brutal, unwavering will, led a series of surgical strikes on the cartel's financial network. They used Amara's hackers to cripple their financial network, to transfer funds to a series of phantom accounts, to create a financial labyrinth that would take weeks to unravel. The cartel, a shadowy organization of the world’s most powerful figures, found themselves with no money, no resources, no way to pay their men.