Books About Drug Dealers Novels & Stories

This man, who was once my adversary, had unexpectedly become my mate. In a shadowy alley, a figure cloaked in dark blue stood silently, clutching a white bag filled with a potent drug known as Drain. This substance, aptly named, would gradually drive a person to madness with continuous use. Like many drugs, it offered a euphoric escape, only to slowly destroy the user. It was a means to eliminate an entire pack of consumers, leaving even the wolves vulnerable to its effects.

Ice was a big African American dude that most people didn’t fuck with, he was the biggest drug dealer in the state. Hell. Even for the 7 states surrounding us. Other dealers obviously hated him, they couldn’t come into those 8 states without having to move because no buyer wanted to cross Ice and risk him finding out that you went to a different dealer. If I EVER admitted publicly to being afraid of anyone, it was Ice. His business front was an ice cream parlor. He would use ice cream flavors to hide the fact a buyer was actually there for drugs instead of ice cream. Almond = Acid

He had to save the little boy! The drug dealers were all out in the open, calling out brand names, and even handing out free samples. Many people smoked crack or meth or injected heroin. They stuck needles in their arms, necks, and the skin between their toes. They were limp and nodding off. Some people lay on the ground looking dead. “I can’t go any further, sir. The alley is too narrow for my cab.” Matteo sighed and paid him his dues, thanking him profusely. “I’ll report at the local police station and bring the cops here as soon as I can,” promised the cab driver.

"Understood." Several men nodded without hesitation and rushed out immediately. The drug dealer had brought skilled money counters this time, completing the money counting in a short time. "Then I wish us a happy cooperation next time, Mr. Brooks." The drug dealer smiled evilly and patted the box containing the money. Henry was somewhat aloof, but still he replied unceremoniously, "I look forward to our next cooperation." Although drugs were a bit dangerous, they were absolutely profitable. The benefits behind them were enough to make him lose his mind.

It never got any easier, and this seemed even worse than a trick to feed his drug habit. Gods, more so than dealers, were not to be trifled with though. At least if the dealers ended him, it was normally quick. Oblivious to the inner conflict going on behind him, Mr Montford studied the chests, brushing away the thick dust and choking cobwebs. The residue coated his hand, clinging like barnacles to hull of a ship.

“Drug dealers, not car dealers.” And my heart dropped.

They weren't understanding why this lawyer dragged Ranvijay here and what kind of papers are those. " M'lord, this is the proof that Neela Mehra's stepfather Mr Ranvijay is a drug dealer as a large number of drugs were found from his art gallery. A few days ago he was arrested by the police and fortunately he came out of jail by using money. Not only this, he was taken to police custody for driving while in a drunken state. So, is it appropriate for a child to live in the house where a drug dealer and drunk man lives?" Shivansh's lawyer asked and everyone started whispering.

Something told me this girl knew what she was doing, and she wasn't going to stop the until she'd finally broken me down. As if her cheating and lying weren't a sledgehammer enough. "So what do you plan to do?" I paused my rapid typing and thinned my eyes at the odd numbers on the screen of my monitor, heat rolling up my spine when the numbers failed to coincide. Just another person to die at the hands of the Cattanios, and this time, a thief who thought he'd get away with cooking books and stealing half a million from a mega sale of desomorphine, or better known as Krokodil.

It was a perfect arrangement that worked well over the years. But when Nic started thinking back over his life, there were things about his father that he didn't like. Nic didn't like cheating people. He preferred to scare them. That usually got the message across even better. And when Nic was a teen going into his twenties, instead of turning the blind eye like his father did...he started dealing with the weapons runners, to gain more money. He didn't approve of drugs, so they could still use his restaurants, but he was not a part of their deals and made sure they all knew it.

All these thoughts coursed through my brain. "Hey, he wants to see you." I glanced up to the doctor who stood in the doorway, then stood walking towards him. "How long have you been the doctor for his mafia?" I questioned. "We grew up together. I only chose a different path." He answered. I shook my head, disappointed. "Not really. They still involve you in their lies and murderous ways." I retorted. The doctor only looked at the floor, knowing I was right, then brought his eyes back to mine. "You're right, but I am not the murderer."