Books About Drug Dealers Novels & Stories

But Mikhail was taking this as an insult to the injury. “I don’t have slick brains, Rhys. I am the muscle. I do what muscles do.” Mikhail killed the head and tail lights, coming in close and parking on the side of the curb, few blocks away from where Evan had been earlier. Behind red brick mortar lay a room full of small-time drug dealers of whom were half junkies themselves. Their idea of selling samples was using on themselves. Mikhail climbed the set of bricks, gripping on to the ones standing out for support and peeked inside. The one in white flannel shirt was the oldest, with a beer and cell phone in his hand. The rest four appeared kids in their early twenties. They were relaxed, play

“He’s kinda flaky.” “Will you know anyone else there?” “I’ll know a ton of people there.” “A drug dealer wedding…that’s a first.” It was hard to picture criminals doing normal things like everyone else. “I’ve been to a lot of drug dealer weddings and birthday parties and bat mitzvahs.” He finished his tray of pasta then wiped his mouth with his napkin. “Not all criminals are bad. Some of them are just trying to provide for their family like everyone else. They sell drugs, but they run it like a family-owned pizza parlor.”

she asked. Weren't they already married? Liam smiled and looked at her. "Do you want to know?" Amelia noticed his expression and pouted to pretend she didn't care. "I don't wanna know. You can talk about it if you want, or don't talk about it if you don't." "Haha. Have you seen the recent news about drug dealers being arrested?" Amelia was confused by the sudden question, but she still nodded her head. "I did. They're a really evil bunch of people. They were operating around all sorts of major entertainment venues.

I ask annoyed. Rubbing his hands, he seems to have the time of his life. “Two ladies were here to buy drugs. One of our dealers was about to settle the deal with one of them when he noticed the other moving strangely. He said they were having a good time, and the beauties were even partying with him. But fortunately, he is in the business long enough to not be scammed by a pair of boobs.” I shake my head while his eyes continue to sparkle. “I still don’t know why I’m here.”

He yelled and stood up. He walked to the window and whined down the blinds. The sun penetrated through, showing his full face. A scar ran down his face, a big faded cut on his cheek. He stood still, watching through the blinds. Who took it? Who had the guts to take my Containers? He yelped. Boss... please calm down, we'll get it back. Spider assured. Those containers were filled with 10 billion drugs readied to be smuggled to Russia. Do a clean job and bring it back, Spider.

good business. We had car dealerships and bike assembling factories too. The car dealerships were ran by uncle Kasali and his guys, they sold cars supplied by a Chinese firm owned by one of our partners, and of course, we moved the drugs through them too. The bike assembling factories were being ran by the Nubians, they became a part of the table after their civil war, and I trusted Basheeru just as much as I trusted his father, Baraka. Trust... as scarce as that was, he was one of the most loyal men I had around for real. Drugs came in the cars from China, and also through the bike parts too. We sent most of the drugs to America and all over Europe as agreed, but in order to make more money

No deliveries were scheduled for Sundays, yet here they were—clear signs of movement. Meekey crouched by a dumpster and waited. Sure enough, thirty minutes later, a beat-up gray van rolled down the alley, paused at the door, and honked twice. The back opened from the inside. Fast hands passed out crates—marked “Equipment” in bold stencil. She wasn’t close enough to see what was really in them, but she knew it wasn’t jump ropes. Drugs. Maybe weapons. Maybe both. Same old Drew. But cleaner and Smarter.

I met Sarah, she was more like a business partner but we were getting a little bit close, whenever she comes to visit the kids get a little bit excited but they kept their distance they never behaved the way the do with Marina with her, I really don’t know why. Marina, a total strange, now means a lot to the kids, and I’m sure it’s vice versa with the way she does. “Boss” I heard Carlos call my name, I turned to him silently asking him to talk. “The dealer is here” and I nod. The fucker started selling fake drugs to me, when he knows I don’t joke when it comes to supplies, he knows the people that buy from me are not just ordinary people they were people of higher calibre not just some measl

Technically, everyone was. “ So who amongst us is joining the drug business?” Matthew asked, looking at their faces with concern. “My wife wouldn't allow me to do drugs so, ’m off the drug business. Sampson and Mark can become the drug dealers. They look like one-time old drug lords. Myself and Lewis can at the sideline” Drill chuckled. “ Punk! Drug business suits you better “ Mark Mills cursed at Drill. The atmosphere suddenly became lit that night as they giggled and delved into the realms of architecture to proffer solutions to the crisis at hand.

"What is Uncle Quinto saying about it?" "The only time a meeting would be possible would be next month. He says you have to finish with the casino and get it in order before having a meeting with them." I sighed loudly. Tiziano being unconscious was putting a lot of work on me and Uncle Quinto. And damn Robert wasn't useful in any way. The chemists who cooked the drugs that were being distributed in our territory were already getting on my nerves and left for me, I would have ended things with them. Not putting into consideration how good they were.