Novel & Cerita Books About Drug Dealers

I looked around there was a nice dinning room table and chairs and 2 gigantic safes in the corner. He looked at me trying to read me as I tried to take it all in, “Sorry about earlier, it’s just your not the type of girl to come around here. Mostly it's drug addicts or hookers who come around and I just wanted to make it clear your not up for grabs.” I nodded, then I needed to ask him, “Are you a drug dealer?” He nodded, “Yeah I have been since I was 14, it’s a adrenaline rush and everyday it’s a party. It’s sort of awesome, but it’s easy to lose track of time.”

“Of course, the offering of one hundred million dollars is not enough. How about if I offer you another condition? “I know those drug dealers have caused great trouble to your government over the years—especially those major drug lords who disrespect your officers. Last year, a drug lord openly challenged the authorities, stating that he should be made the leader of the country by next year, right? “The truth is, we hate those drug dealers, too, because we think their doing is poisonous to the people. They are dealing in wicked business. So, the purpose of my Regal Palace is pretty clear. Our organization totally forbids anyone to touch those things. Also, we are strict about it.”

These two places are the most strategic places to conduct drug transactions because in that area Pedro and his men can camouflage among the busy tourists, admiring the beauty of the city of Seattle which is all centered on Pine Street and Pike Street. But even though Pedro has become a fairly well-known drug dealer in Seattle, not many people know about his origins. Only a handful of people Pedro trusted so much knew where he came from and how he got there to make drug deals worth hundreds millions of dollars. All of Pedro's current successes started five years ago.

Boom—mutual destruction. In the real world, drug dealers saw cops as their arch-nemeses. To them, these b*stards were the ones ruining their way up the social ladder. Naturally, Draco DeSantis was really Javier Kersey in a hyper-realistic disguise. He had successfully taken on the role and made contact with his supposed wife, Lilith. A snarl rang out again. “Oy, you motherf*cking piece of sh*t! You’re watching a movie while I’m talking to you?! F*ck!”

It felt good to have a friend that watches my back always. I found out my uncles were high drug traffickers in the city and my cousins are arms dealers. They use the business as a front, but behind the scenes, they were fucking trafficking drugs and guns, ruining the city. I found their warehouses filled up with bad heroin. I couldn’t let that get into the city, so I burnt it to the ground, destroying their piles.

This had slowed down the movement of his killer, giving him some seconds to hit dial for the cops. My eyebrows shot up as I flexed my right fingers against the case file. Jurion was a drug dealer and he was also growing a huge amount of weed at his backhard. He wasn't a notorious one but he was probably in his first or second year, considering he got caught easily. "That's odd. Why call the cops on yourself?" I said to no one in particular, as I continued to go through the mountain of file.

“Wow…that’s rich.” His eyes narrowed. “I’m the biggest drug dealer in this part of the world. I get shit done by rewarding those loyal to me and torturing those who aren’t. Cross me, and I’ll push you out of a goddamn window. Test me, and I’ll make you shit your pants. But I stay in my lane and mind my own business. I don’t touch innocent people. I don’t touch the police. Your family is the same way. The other guys who grow through that hotel have the same agenda. We live in the underworld and don’t touch anyone outside of it.” “And none of these men rape and traffic women? You think I’m stupid? I know that’s the biggest business out there—”

Zephyra It is a dark and humid night here in the City of Mexico and I am dealing with one of the small-time drug dealers, that we leant a large sum of money to, we gave him six months to pay us back the money; it will now be going onto a year, we have sent some of our, let me see… how can I say this? Our “passive” negotiators to allow him to pay in instalments, which he has not kept to and that is why I am here instead of being out with my friends and having a ball of a time on a Friday night. My men were waiting in the Jeep and I was here on my own; the drug dealer was a short middle-aged man, with slight stubble on his face and a bald patch on his head, he had a gold ring for every finger,

The fucker had gotten off easy. Wren was going to be devastated by this news, though, and the thought of breaking it to her made pain lance through me. I would protect her from everything if I could, but my life was dirty as shit, my business done in the darkness. Long ago, I’d made peace with how I earned a living. Peddling pussy was great. It was legal. It was lucrative. Drugs, on the other hand, I got a high from selling them. There was so much money to be made, but so many lives got ruined by it too, like those of my dealers.

a fierce battle! In reality, there was always an indescribable struggle between international gangs, major drug lords, arms dealers, and diamond smugglers. Just like how drug traffickers may also dabble in arms, ordinary gangs would also rely on arms dealers. Huge profits were made through arms trading and diamond smuggling, and while they had collaborations, there was even more conflict. And it was a bloody fight, with opening fire at the slightest disagreement, and gunsmoke filled the air. This was a truly brutal and bloody world.