Books About Drug Dealers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The dimly lit booth was as romantic as it possibly could be, with candles lit on the table. The waitress brought us 2 glasses of scotch and we ordered our meals. “I’ll have the classic Alfredo with truffles” Janice spoke. “The lobster please.” I told her. “So listen Janice… I really loved the past few days we’ve had together. And before whatever is going on between us gets any further, there’s something I have to tell you about my line of work.” I told her. “Now I understand if this changes how you feel about me, but I’ll cut the chase. Janice, I am the leader of the Los Grove Cartel.” Looking into her eyes to try and guess what she was thinking.

I say, chugging half of my beer. My gut flips thinking about Hazel riding in a car with drugs. With a loaded gun that isn’t in capable hands. There’s no way Hector knows his way around any real weapons, let alone how to protect her. It’ll only take one junkie who doesn’t know who he is, or they’re too high to care. “There’s this too,” he says, waving at the bartender who brings a newspaper. My gut fully sinks as I take in the headline: “Drug Dealers Robbing Drug Dealers, Five Dead.”

Just last night, I heard her discussing with Chase's mother, Henrietta, that she has finally gotten the contacts of the dealers who'll buy the products. I could hear the excitement in their voices. The eagerness to get the easy money they've been chasing all their life. I told Chase about it, and just like me, he thought it was just some business they were talking about. Unfortunately, it isn't. We're the products they want to sell for quick money. The money they'll use for their drug addiction. When I was asleep, the devil attacked, crippling me. She kept me in a cage like a bird. I can hear Chase banging his bedroom door above, crying to be let out, while our mothers are down here, plottin

No gleaming gold bars. The secret vault is a treasure trove of madness. Neat rows of pills and small bags of fine powder. Paraphernalia for consumption. And beneath them, files. Contracts and agreements between Tristan, the Laurent Group, and a major drug cartel—a syndicate that was, until recently, the FBI’s most wanted. A violent chill races down my spine. Every muscle in my body locks rigid. My throat is desert-dry yet burning at the same time. I am frozen, staring, unblinking, at the lineup of hidden insanity that has lived under my roof, beside my bed.

His gurgled scream died in my hand. We moved up one floor at a time. The Noir were wolves in the den, and the Vipers were sheep pretending to be hunters. Gunfire came in short bursts and was quickly silenced by steel and shadow. The drug dealers didn't have time to get their guns. Some died with the taste of cocaine still on their teeth. It was lovely. Very hard. Needed. The air smelled like blood and powder when we got to the third floor. Reds, greens, and blues from the neon lights made the room sickly. Dealers surrounded cash and white brick tables. Their laughter stopped when the lights flickered, and their instincts screamed too late.

He is the most dreaded and revered kingpin in the whole city. Capello and Sanchez have been childhood friends,Capello delved into legitimate pathway of life by dealing in car sales while Sanchez who has always had the runnings with the law stamped his footing in the world of hard drugs acquisition and distribution.Capello discovered early in life that he is not cut out for the drug life hence he retraced his steps after a near death experience he had when caught in a crossfire between Sanchez’s gang and a rival gang in the neighborhood.

I gritted. "I do. Because i always got men. On the inside, on the outside. With the fbi and everywhere" He said. "I got my eyes everywhere and before anything is done, i'll know" He boasted whilst i sighed. His ego was very much attractive to me. And his voice had me even questioning my sexuality, i really had no idea how much i was into drugdealers and mafias. I immediately thought of adding that to my book as i typed it in my phone. I was still writing that and it might have been slower than i thought. But afterall, i was just in chapter four. There was some silence between us before he broke it—

Shameless! A gut feeling of irritation rose in my belly and I hissed. I saw a big black book on the top of the drawer and I opened it. What I saw in it left me mouth agape and wide-eyed. Though I didn't understand what was written in it, the few I could grasp were shocking. Massimo vends drugs too? He doesn't just use them, he sells them as well. He even owns the largest drug shipment in New York. Heard about it a dozen times. This is why they call him dangerous.

||Hardie Morrison|| Staring into the empty space, I puffed out huge smoke from my nostrils. Arrgh! Jamel. Jamel. Jamel. Gareth. Gareth. Gareth. I hate to hear those two names. Yeah, they weren't really opposing me but they look like they really are. To themselves though and I don't really care, maybe I do... Being a huge drug addict and a drug Lord, do I need to be bothered by some opposing drug dealers in states?

They all look like thugs, with big muscles and scars, wearing scowls on their faces. "Move this to the suppliers right now. The south side first, then the east. Make sure Jackson gets his share before midnight." The professor watches the men swiftly get to work, dividing up the parcels into smaller bits to hand them out to dealers across the city. Each package represents lives that will be ruined, families that will be torn apart, more students overdosing but a drug dealer doesn’t care about any of those, only his profits and unfortunately for him right now, the life of his daughter and perhaps his own life.