Bling Cartel Novels & Stories

"Robyn and I finally found out that they've been doing business with the Russian Cartels, not the Markov mob boss. We're talking distribution not only drugs but also humans, they're waist-deep in the business. And get this, we have everything in writing. We think they're keeping it in case they get caught so they can pin it on you." I was fuming already, but I let Zal continue. "They're with Komarov, the one cartel who thrives as loan sharks, underground gambling, and cage fights." Zal paused, waiting if I have questions for him. But still, I keep quiet, urging him to tell me more. "Okay, so this is what I'm suggesting..."

My chest was heaving as I looked at him. "Did you not think this was something I should have known about?" I asked icily. "I told you everything about me." "I told you everything important, the Cartel is just something on the side-" "On the side?! Leo! The entire world knows of it! It’s a growing criminal organisation birthed in the United Kingdom, not even that old, yet it has grown at a terrifying rate! One that is responsible for the largest quantity of drugs being brought into the country, and you just miraculously forgot to tell me?"

' He walks up to her and holds her hands. "What's wrong?" He asked her.. Christina looks at him with her eyes narrowed and cold. "The Russian cartel attacked one of my warehouses and slaughtered everyone while they walked away with my money and drugs worth millions of dollars." She said. "But aren't the other cartel afraid of you pulling out such a scheme?" He asked with a frown. This sounded suspicious to him because no one ever dared to go to war with the Chris cartel because it had one of the strongest armies. And to wage war with them is suicide.

Not that he worried much as he did this journey once a month all the way to the meet up where they delivered their cargo to the cartel. He didn’t like this cartel at all though. If Hade’s Messengers were the baddest of the bad as a club, then this cartel run by Ramone Trajeo was the lowest of the low. They would as soon kill you rather than speak to you. It was the bad part of this whole trafficking deal. You took your life into your own hands when you met up with these men.

"But he's well-funded, thanks to various takedowns in the Midwest. He's scum that needs to be dealt with." "I've heard he has ties to the Bratva," I offered. Aleksei snorted. "Not the Bratva. He doesn't have what it takes, but he's spouted enough shit about being a card-carrying member to make enemies. Moreover, his cartel has been testing the waters for months, looking to expand." "Expand into what?" Miguel asked. "Serious party favors for high rollers and money laundering as well. The cartel has been actively recruiting members, like PTA moms selling Tupperware," Dominick replied, waiting until the two waiters who had brought more food left and closed the door behind them.

(What is really going on? The third barrel was the real unhappy news. For all their illegal activities, Havenstone was not the Sinaloa Cartel. There were not a global criminal organization that invited international law enforcement scrutiny. So why did they devote so much time and energy to security? They weren't alone in the shadows of world-wide civilization.

“They move shipments through here. Guns, cash and intel.” He stepped toward the door, cuffs still on. I followed closely, gun drawn out. Inside, the air smelled like dust and oil. The light filtered through broken blinds, streaking across stacks of crates. Each one had the cartel stamp with the cartel’s symbol- a black serpent coiled around a cross. Luca walked to a particular crate, stopped in front of it and used his shoulder to shove the lid open. Papers spilled out. They contained maps, coded messages and lists of names.

He protected Tiago, just as he promised, and when I got out of here, he would be the first one to get a big reward. My name is Marvin Romero Castillo. I’m 25-years old, and I’m the son of the head of the Castillo cartel, Mario Castillo. The Castillo’s were in charge of California and the most powerful cartel in the area. We had people from all over and were still growing day by day. “Marvin.” Panther laughed. “You’ve gained weight!” I looked down at my still-toned abs and wondered what kind of bullshit Panther was on. “The food isn’t too bad, so I can’t complain.”

"Hurry up and clean it up! You're ruining our date!” Nicolas became so enraged that he lost control and dragged Calista from the restaurant. Gianna was surprised by what Nicolas did. "Let me go!" Calista said as soon as she and Nicolas got out. "What the hell is that, Calista?" Nicolas asked her, annoyed. "I'm doing my job!" "Bullshit! You don't have to do that.” "And why not, Nicolas? I want to have a normal life. At least with my job, even though it's hard, I'm not afraid of those around me that I could die anytime!"

If your best friend and best crime partner was killed. Catalina switched off the tv and rose from the torn out chair. In the pitch darkness, she smiled thinking about meeting him. It was close . She would be successful, she wanted to be under his name. For the world, he was the perfect businessman. The youngsters worshipped him like a God, for them he was role model. But for her , he was " The Pakhan " . The face of dark world. Murder, Kidnapping, Trafficking and what more. He was the king of all. His cold stare could make a grown man piss.