Bling Cartel Novels & Stories

I helped her out of the cab anyway, taking most of her weight when her bad leg buckled. Inside, Isla had already cleared a table. We laid out the crates we managed to grab. Raine sliced one open and pulled out a brick, holding it up like evidence in court. “This is cartel product. Vex’s stamp on the packaging. If we leak this right, half the Serpents will turn on him.” Ronn whistled low. “Or they’ll shoot the messenger first.” He said deadpan.

Gage struggled to get the words out. The Sosa Kartel was a large drug ring run by Sars Sosa— the bane of Romero’s existence. Sars tried for many years to get into money laundering, but Romero’s operation was just too great, his reach too far. Every major player was already fiercely Loyal to the Bartolone Family, and Sars was shut out. Sars was always trying under-handed tactics to weaken Romero’s hold and was ignored for the most part, but this—blowing up his casino—was the last straw.

He was at risk of losing his main stream of income, laundering money for the cartel. Elena Ramirez, that sly. He took her under his wing in LA after she’d gotten mixed up with a drug cartel, and now this is how she repays him? She had stolen from him, and from her father as well, but then if Miguel was desperate enough to barge into his office himself, then the situation was worse than he’d thought. He grabbed his phone and dialed Carter’s number. Carter was his right hand man. “Sir.” “I need you to look into Don Miguel’s goods. I hear twenty million worth of products have been stolen.”

she said softly, “you’ve been pacing around for hours. If there’s something you’re not telling us, now’s the time.” Dom ran a shaky hand through his hair and exhaled. “You’re right,” he said. “You both deserve the full story.” Lucian looked up from his terminal, his calm eyes masking the quiet tension that gripped the room. Dom’s voice dropped. “The new cartel — they’re calling themselves Cerberus. It’s not just a smuggling network. They’re controlling resource routes across the Atlantic, sabotaging shipments, manipulating the market, and using the global infrastructure collapse as cover. They’re trying to control water, medicine, fuel — everything essential for rebuilding. If they succeed,

Dante I was halfway down the corridor before the weight of Miguel's rushed footsteps caught up behind me. His breathing was a bit faster than usual, nervous. I didn't need to look back to know he was unsettled. "Who did you say they are, again?" I asked, eyes forward, voice calm even though I already felt something twisting in my gut. "The Sombra Negra cartel," he replied. "From Tijuana." I stopped walking. Everything paused in that moment.

Anything but that. "Who are you?" I ask again because I need an answer. The man replies without missing a beat. "The cartel" I fall back, my heart sinking. Of course. Only the cartel will buy people. They're the only ones who aren't afraid of the police. On top of selling drugs and illegal firearms, they also traffic people and sell their organs. Before we left school, our teachers told us repeatedly to stay far away from them. They're criminals who will eventually end up in jail. No one told us what to do when we end up getting kidnapped by them. What do I do now? How could my own father sell me to the cartel?" *******************************************

She snapped back at him and he hid a grin, ‘I’m not, let me explain my position, the men who are after you are from the Columbian and Mexican Cartels, they specialise in running drugs, weapons and women. Michael put the word out that he had the girlfriend of playboy billionaire Caleb Delaney for sale, he made sure they knew he was going to break you and present you as a Submissive for their sole pleasure. He added as a bonus that whoever purchased you would be allowed to watch and participate while he broke your spirit. The man who bought you paid $10 million for you and he is determined to get his property even though we have managed to return his money to him. He does not want his money, h

The biggest threat at the moment was the Kee Ting Cartel, a powerful and notorious drug cartel operating near the borders of Kurtazagg and Engalia. Known for their involvement in the production, trafficking, and distribution of illicit drugs, they had established a significant presence in the region. The cartel was led by a secretive and elusive leader known as Kee Ting, though intelligence suggested that wasn’t his real name. All Elias knew for sure was that Kee Ting was in his early forties and, despite his short stature and a slight limp, was feared and respected by both allies and rivals. The Kee Ting Cartel operated a vast network of drug laboratories, smuggling routes, and distribution

This was the night that would determine his fate—the culmination of weeks of planning and deceit. Inside the warehouse, a large shipment of illicit goods was due to arrive. Santos, the ruthless Mexican cartel boss, would be overseeing the operation himself. This was the moment Fabio had been preparing for—a chance to strike at the heart of the cartel and end his association with them once and for all.

It was clear that they were here for business, for the cartel's operations were a well-oiled machine that demanded unwavering focus. Emilio Vargas leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on me. "Let's get to business, Ms. Alissa." The directness of his words echoed throughout the room, the tension building with every passing second. I signaled to Stephan, and he brought in four crates I had kept aside for them. Emilio Vargas walked closer to the crates, holding out a device, which beeped loudly each time it came in contact with any of the crates. I wondered what could be the content of the crates, I still haven’t gotten the balls to ask Russo yet.