Cartel Queen Jaquavis Coleman の小説・ストーリー

“We killed his core. We scattered his code. He’s missing. The world knows something ugly happened, even if they don’t know the half of it. What’s next?” “Next,” Jax said, “you don’t show your face in public until we know who’s really steering the regulator ship. Coleman’s been two steps from a nervous breakdown on every press call. Some of that is guilt. Some are fear. She thought she was feeding your neural map to ‘defensive research,’ not seed material for Godmode 2.0.” “Rhea Coleman…” I murmured. “She was the one who kept calling about ‘protective custody.’”

I feel like the wind has just gotten knocked out of me. “What? Is this a joke?” I ask. Unlike Brooks and Maverick, who both had the telltale appearance of gang members—leather jackets, tattoos, rough appearance—Cole had none of those characteristics. He was immaculately dressed, refined, clean--cut. My first guess had been that he worked in finance. “Appearances are very important in my line of business, Jacqueline,” Cole says. “Oh, so you’re …” “High up?” Cole says, finishing my sentence, “Yes.”

Dante focussed his gaze on him and asked, “I do not mind the drugs, but how will we get the money laundered?” “The Queen is open to the idea. She said laundering money is easier than having to explain to someone’s mother or the police why Johnny was doing drugs in the club. All we need to do is get Edoardo to handle the club’s finance book, and it will be set. The money will go into so much with all her plans that it will be believable. Just consider it and look at the business plan she put together,” he said, pointing to a black hardcover book. Dante picked the book up and saw the drawing again and asked, “What is this for?”

The Stallion Corporation lost a major stockholder. Santi De Vries removed himself from the corporation. Those headlines that shook me, I thought it would take more than three weeks to make it happen but how come it happened in just a week? I looked at my husband who's just reading a document, we're at his office now, I came here to get the coffee he ordered online. "Giovanni, that fast?" I asked him and he smirked. "That's how a power talks, Thalia. What can I say, that's Santi," he said like it's just a normal thing.

The date they were appointed as the boss and died was written below none of them were overthrown except one who was overthrown by his aunt in 1921, and after that he began seeing women take the position of been the boss, he finally reached the last photo and was shocked by whom he saw. Monalisa sat graciously on the chair he had seen other bosses sitting, she was younger and vibrantly smiled, and the smile not forced but real, other bosses smiled to but it looked unreal. He looked under the photo and saw something that literally blew his mind. ‘Monalisa Del-A-Cruz, mafia queen from 2018-till date’. ‘Oh my god’ Jeremy muttered still shocked by what he read.

I wouldn’t be opposed to letting him take one for a snack. When we looked up the cartel’s organizational structure I realized that Leia’s grandfather Juan is actually the current “camel” as they are called. He might seem like he’s retired and living the good life while Omar does the heavy lifting, but Ryan found that he’s absolutely still the leader. He’s 100% calling all the big shots, he’s the one that decides the big stuff.

“But everything has a limit.” The detective shifted uneasily and I looked at him. “Tell me something…what happens when a queen loses the knights protecting her?” The detective hesitated..“They become vulnerable and can easily be captured” I tapped the photograph with one finger. “Exactly.” The detective's expression tightened. “Sir, I wouldn't advise making an enemy of Mr. Cole. Apart from being the CEO of R’Cole's Enterprise, he is the west coast billionaire. Mines,the jewelry supply chain, underground casinos, real estates,he controls everything ... .And…they say he is the godfather of the Mafia.”

*Words and Meanings* Kaleutel - cartel Sajangnim - boss ~~~~~ Eleven years. It's been eleven years since that dark day. It still haunts me to this day that I stood and watched. I watched everything and did nothing to help them. My dull honey-brown eyes stare back at me from the mirror and I school my features.

‘I’m so sorry but I do not know who you are’ She whispered at him and saw him frown at her, she blinked at the concern on his face then looked away embarrassed at her lack of professionalism. She did not know the young man was a Consultant, the youngest ever promoted to such a rank in the USA, and that was why she was interviewing him. He was a specialist in Narcotics and had just joined the CIA as their Chief of Operations, he had achieved this success with hard work and sacrifice. He had done it because both his parents had been murdered by drug barons, they had been police officers and taken out when they uncovered and exposed a Cartel. The Columbians had received life in prison but not b

I furrow my brows and take a seat across from him in the plush leather chair. "That was fast," I mumble. Normally, I only had one major job every two weeks, but that wasn't the case this time. "Liam Bedford, he's one of our guys that handled our shipments." "He stole one point four million dollars' worth of our weapons and sold them to a small, east-side gang." He handed me the folder as he walked over to me. I took it from him and looked down at the contents. "You know what to do." I rise and nod, my gaze still fixed on the written words. His profile was presented, along with a photograph of himself. Featuring his personal life and all pertinent information about him, including recent trave