Books About Drug Dealers Novels & Stories

“I became a drug dealer, selling drugs to junkies and homeless people.” My eyes opened wide with shock and I looked back at my guilt in his eyes. “I am not proud of what I did Felicity. If I could turn back the hands of time there is so much I wish I could change. So much I wish I had never done.” He explained sadly. I did not know how to respond to this. He sold drugs to homeless people! Did he sell drugs to kids as well? I looked at him and I had the sickening feeling that he did that too. What other crimes did he perpetuate? I was certain he was not saying everything.

it was what made me want to protect her, a feeling that burned stronger than anything else. I thought about Jason Pierres. A ghost, a shadow, a name that whispered of forgotten connections. George's cryptic remark about "high-end drug dealers" in a suburb of Oklahoma hinted at more than just a simple criminal operation. It implied a network, a carefully cultivated system of illicit activities, a web that could easily ensnare an innocent caught in its sticky threads. And Selena, my wife, was undeniably caught in it. That was my focus now.

MICHAEL'S POV. I sat quietly on the couch shaking the glass of wine in my hand, my mind still clouded with guilt. I still couldn't believe Allen talked me into this evil act, it wasn't because I was righteous, I was the complete opposite. My name was Micheal but I was known among the billionaires as “The drug devil”. I was a drug dealer, one that you shouldn't mess with…one that valued money more than family. I was someone who sent shivers through people's spine, there was no single person that crossed me and never lived.

My hands started shaking, and my breathing became ragged. "All I need from you is the truth. Why are you making this so difficult?" "You really want to know the truth?" he snapped. "Yes! Answer all the questions I asked you days ago. I'm not asking them again." The gun trembled in my grip, but I kept it steady. "As you wish." He took a deep breath. "Go on. I'm listening." "First of all, I'm a drug dealer. Not just any drug dealer. I'm the leader of every drug cartel in Las Vegas."

When he pauses in front of a heavy steel door, the lock clicks open when he enters a code into the keypad. There is a tiny, sterilised chamber inside. In the middle is a table with a thick folder arranged carefully on top. The lone item, the only furnishings. A place for bargaining or treachery. Or both. Ludwig moves to the side and motions for me to come in. I do, cautiously. With a hefty thump, he lets the door swing shut behind him and follows. "Open it," he says. Going over to the table, I open the folder.

However, Alex felt Symore's sincerity and did not mock his intention. According to Symore’s findings, Isaac was the largest drug dealer in the city and was arguably the sole distributor. Almost everything that appeared in the city, such as heroin, was brought in by Isaac Litt from outside then distributed out. Selling heroin was only one of Isaac's main businesses. His other business was researching all kinds of drugs. On the surface, Isaac's wealth was only at the multimillion-dollar level, but in fact, his assets were at the billion-dollar level, making him an invisible tycoon.

Three days later. Damian had received a report that some drug dealers were sneaking drugs into City A. He had briefly left Evelyn at the club to deal with the situation. City A was his territory. Damian was determined to wipe out every drug dealer that was tainting the City. His dream was to have a drug-free City. He hated drugs and that was why whenever he heard of such a case, he would personally lead the mission to catch the dealers and punish them accordingly. He believed those who went against his rules and still dealt with drugs deserved to be punished severely and imprisoned for the rest of their life.

Jared did a little calculation and grinned, God was helping him out of the loop, if Harrison hadn't gone in to coma, he( Jared) most likely could not have possibly had the option to marry Sarclet so easily. In spite of the fact that he has never met Harrison, his name is so notable that it is challenging for him not to focus. In those days, the hidden world medication dealing with drugs in the city was momentous. The drug dealers were doing terrible things, which created the entire city to be alarm. The police headquarters had been in search for a portion of a year and did not capture anybody. Eventually, Harrison joined the lawbreaker police. It only took a month for his team to clear out t

If so I need to get the girls away from them as quickly and humanely as possible. They're not good guys though they may seem it on the outside inside they don't give a shit about anyone but themselves ever since Maulvey’s sister committed suicide they became the most deadly drug dealer assassin and I feel that a storm is coming and the worst one in history one that can cause a war between the mafia and the drug lords. There has already been some ruckus about Dreads death and if they are blaming either of these two girls as well as the Greens they will take their ultimate revenge and it won't be pretty.

It's hypocritical to think that I'm better than Lombardi just because I have limits to the crimes I can commit but it's the truth. It's expected of drug lords to own such establishments where they do human trafficking and the sort. That's how the books and movies portray us. But in reality, it's a matter of choice really. Am I so hard up that I'd resort to selling people? The answer is no. There are many ways to make money and I'd sooner get a white-collar job than dabble in human trafficking.