Books About Drug Dealers Novels & Stories

We made our way deeper into the warehouse with the other men tailing behind. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was lurking just out of sight, waiting to pounce. At the far end of the room, there was a table set up with an array of boxes laid out—a briefcase, and what looked disturbingly like weapons. I swallowed, my pulse quickening as I realized this was no ordinary meeting. What was I expecting from him? The man gestured to the briefcases, his eyes on Damon. “The good’s here.” Damon nodded and focused on the men in front. Over seven men with two of them standing out as their leader stood before us.

I don't need a woman right now that would be weak and fragile, they are just good distractions nothing more. Looking down at the lifeless body i just unalived, i could only think about how death was the only way out for traitors like him who ratted us out to the rival gang. The mafia was big on family however, there was no mercy for traitors in the family. I threw the dagger i'd used alongside my shirt that was stained with blood into the trash bin as i make my way to my office in the warehouse. My cartel had the biggest shipmemt for armmos and.

I answered in Swedish and he nodded. There's nothing West and I hated more than dealers. I know it seems strange since we usually work with gangs that sell drugs and weapons but we never sell. Ever. We only help gangs take down other gangs. We feel like people that deal drugs or sell weapons to make money are the worst kind of evil. They are literally making blood money. We've seen first hand the result of what they are doing to the world. "Lets get ready." he said. "Don't forget your weapons. Just in case." I said in Greek.

They have eliminated a few dealers, but the problem has not subsided and we need to find the head of the snake and cut it off. “Okay, walk me through this again. Who would benefit the most from multiple packs being decimated by these drugs?” Elara is trying to fill in the suffocating silence. I can see her need to be in action in every move she makes. None of us can seem to go to bed, no one would sleep, we would all be discussing it in one way or another, so we might as well be together. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

“Do you know who I am?” Of course, Axel knew him from the moment he’d first stepped into his bakery, he’d never forget a face—more or less the same one that pounded him mercilessly five years ago. They’d never exchanged names but Axel found out he was the leader of a pack of mafia wolves, not only had he slept with an Alpha he’d slept with a Mafia boss. But Axel didn’t share any of that. He kept his expression blank and said simply, “You’re in the headlines often enough. Levi Moretti, right?”

he questioned, taking the second sip of his drink; it was so fine that drinking it in one gulp was an insult to life. "That's right," nodded the man, "In that case, I have come with the alliance prepared to expand the drug trade and the strategies that can be implemented to destroy the small minorities of drug dealers," he slid a folder across the coffee table and the blue-eyed man watched him insistently, as he did with everyone.

The crime escalated, drugs were being sold on most corners and at night you can here the distant gunshots. It's not as scary as it sounds if you meet some people. I know a few drug dealers and they're decent people just hit rock bottom and had no where to go. Most are ex convicts, while others just need money (a lot of them for child support). My parents don't know though, our family mainly keeps to themselves. Both my parents only children, save for my mom with her deadbeat brother who lives with my cougar grandma. Let's not go down that path, I might just end up crying.

However, if I did not go on, I might never retrieve the money I lost previously. Conflicted feelings gripped me. My mind was a mess. During my hesitation, the result of another game was out. I casually glanced at it and widened my eyes. Book Lover had countless chips on the ranking list as shown on my phone screen. He went all in, placing a bet of 5 million dollars on the banker. The banker gained thirteen points while the player gained ten points. Book Lover won 30 million dollars. I fixed my gaze on the phone screen with fierce envy. 30 million dollars was enough to buy two McLarens.

Erik says in a very dramatic way, looking around as if making sure no one is eavesdropping. "The... business?" I ask fearfully. I know it's not good by the way everyone’s acting. “Drugs," Layla says. My eyebrows raise to the sky, "Both legal and illegal, they own the hospital and the pharmacies. They sell all kinds of drugs, real premium shit. My dad was hooked for a while, but he's better now.” “So they’re drug dealers and no one does anything about it?” I try to wrap my head around it, “What about Theo? He must know.”

His drugs friends were five in number while himself and his bodyguard I suppose made them seven in total, each one with his cigarette. I took photos of them from a distance and I waited for them to open the two bags. In a short while, they opened up the bags and it reveals what was inside. One contains bunch of dollars while the second bag contains packs of drugs, cocaine. "I knew it that this guy was doing something shady and my suspicion of him involving in drugs dealing wasn't wrong after all" I muttered to myself. "Some things never changes, he grew up to be a gangster and a drug dealer after all" I mumbles aloud and snorted.