Bling Cartel Novels & Stories

All my brothers nodded or gave other gestures of assent. It was decided. We would bust in and take their women to spoil their plans. Maxim was correct in reminding us that we weren't involved in the human trafficking market. Maybe long ago, before our grandfather was Pakhan, the Bratva might have leaned into questionable practices, but it wasn't who we were. It was an ideal and opportune moment to mess with the Cartel, though, and they really focused on their trafficking for income. It would hurt, losing some of their "product" like this.

He wasn’t just dealing with drugs. At 31, Diego had already built a reputation that made him feared and respected. But his relationship with Antonia wasn’t just business. They were deeply connected, not only as partners in crime but as lovers. His drug cartel wasn’t the largest, but it was effective, ruthless, and growing steadily. He built it from scratch, starting with small operations in his early twenties before expanding into more lucrative territories. He wasn’t just about brute force; he was strategic, careful, and deeply invested in his network. His cartel specialized in high-quality narcotics that catered to an exclusive clientele, from wealthy elites to corrupt officials. It was a

I turned my head away but managed to hold off my tongue. I had to buy myself some time. A loud banging on the door stole our attention as Lorenzo abandoned me for the time being and strode towards the door. I, for my part, knew that whoever it was, wouldn’t bring good news for me. Sure enough, three Hispanic men with a burly, rugged physique walked in. A common scorpion tattoo etched on the left side of their faces, and it didn't take long enough for me to recognize these men. Cartels. Paps and Viktor have done their best to get rid of them off the streets of Chicago, controlling the manufacture and distribution themselves.

Dante had planned to follow Gabriella the same day but when he got back to the office he found some of his men waiting to talk to him, ‘Capo, abbiamo un problema con i messicani, stanno cercando di impossessarsi del nostro traffico di droga con il cartello colombiano, hanno attaccato i nostri magazzini sul molo e una mezza dozzina dei nostri uomini sono stati uccisi, hanno anche intercettato due dei nostri spedizioni e rubato la droga.' [Boss, we have a problem with the Mexicans, they are trying to take over our drug deal with the Columbian Cartel, they have attacked our Warehouses on the dock and half a dozen of our men have been killed, they have also intercepted two of our shipments and s

We agreed, whenever I was taken to Carlos' house he would remove me from the others' salon and I would help him with his forbidden love. I would take messages and return with them feeling like a mischievous cupid between the two of us, Carlos and I would climb into bed and talk for hours about totally random things, outside the bedroom I knew the relentless man who was building what would become the biggest Cartel in the world. Mexico. I lost count of how many times Stefano incited someone to make him kill in front of me with jealousy for being taken to the room and not treated as he would have liked. "Sorella, what happened?" I give Gia a sad smile.

I knew that mark. “M****a,” Gael muttered under his breath. “That’s Ortega’s symbol. The Carrillo crew.” The Carrillo cartel. Years ago, they’d borrowed heavily from us during a territory war. When they couldn’t repay, I made an example of them. Organs harvested, sold on the black market. Their leader’s brother was one of the first. The message had been clear: you cross the Santoros, you pay in pieces. They had been quiet for years.

A name I didn't know yet. But everyone knew Cruz was the one in charge of the biggest human trafficking ring in the whole of Mexico, and a smaller part of America. “So,” he started again casually, picking up his glass. “How’s the little... present?” A few men at the table laughed quietly. My jaw ticked, but my grin remained. No one caught on to my reaction. The little present? I knew that's what brought them here. To get an answer from me. Cruz's boss—whoever it is—was seeking a partnership, with me.

His clothes were stained with blood and I didn't need anyone to tell me that my men beat him up before brining him in here. "Hi taker Carol" I greeted him after I sat down. "What do you want from me Gray Carter? Information? About the Russians?! To you think I'm going to disappoint my bosses? That I'm just going to open up to you like that and tell you what they're up to?. You've got to be crazy! I won't say any shit!" He couldn't saying and I didn't bother to stop him. He's going to die anyways, so it's just better he speaks as much as he can.

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm

the auctioneer continued cautiously, “your purchase will be prepared immediately.” Sofia heard the name clearly this time. Volkov. The whispers around the room grew louder for a moment before fading again. The man finally moved. He reached into his jacket pocket and removed a pair of black leather gloves, sliding them slowly over his hands. The gesture was simple but deliberate, the kind of movement that suggested he was used to people watching him. Sofia felt the air leave her lungs. This was the man who had bought her. Ten million dollars. Her stepfather suddenly stepped forward beside the stage, forcing a wide smile.