Novel & Cerita Drug Dealer Books

“I became a drug dealer, selling drugs to junkies and homeless people.” My eyes opened wide with shock and I looked back at my guilt in his eyes. “I am not proud of what I did Felicity. If I could turn back the hands of time there is so much I wish I could change. So much I wish I had never done.” He explained sadly. I did not know how to respond to this. He sold drugs to homeless people! Did he sell drugs to kids as well? I looked at him and I had the sickening feeling that he did that too. What other crimes did he perpetuate? I was certain he was not saying everything.

I say angrily. “We will see about that. What do you want?” “I want Greg. He crossed me. He crossed us both and it’s payback time.” “Finally something we agree on. I want him too. I have made a big loss because of him. Let’s take him down. What do you have in mind?” “Greg is a drug dealer, is into contraband pharmaceuticals and is a child molester. I think those can take him down.” “Wow! I must say I’m impressed. How did you know that?”

"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.

‘I am coming to meet you, Step-Mommie and my beloved siblings,’ he thought, rubbing his large hands in glee. Cole Brant, the name his mother had given him, was a dealer. He dealt in drugs but knowing full well the damage they could do to a person, he studiously refrained from using them himself. Yes, he permitted himself a sniff here, a shot there, but all under control. * Cole dreamt big. He wanted to become rich. Fast. He smiled thinly as he stared at the grainy picture he had downloaded from the internet, showing Lucien St Claire glowering at the camera. The man who was in the photograph was around fifty, thickset and dangerous looking.

The guy smiled and nodded for Weber to come to him. Weber pulled the Camaro into the mouth of the dirt alleyway and got out of the car. This close to the beach, the air was thick with the smell of the ocean. The dealer eyed Weber as he approached, decided no way he was a cop, and pulled several vials of white powder from his jacket pocket. Weber wondered how badly the stuff had been cut, but since he wasn’t buying, he didn’t care. He smiled enthusiastically as he sidled closer, an addict relishing his upcoming fix. Up close, Weber could see the acne scars that ravaged the dealer’s thin face. The worn combat jacket stank of sweat and old booze. No one would miss this guy. Not that it mattered

His breath came in short, ragged gasps Xavier stared at the bloody mess before him, unfazed. “I think you'll be interested to see this boss.” Levi picked up a revolver that sat on the workbench decorated with assorted torture tools beside him. He spun the cylinder lazily with his thumb before aiming it at the trembling man’s stomach. “Where do you think I should shoot?” Levi asked Xavier casually, as if discussing dinner plans. Xavier shrugged. “You call the shots, boss.” Levi thought for a moment—then pulled the trigger.

Something told me this girl knew what she was doing, and she wasn't going to stop the until she'd finally broken me down. As if her cheating and lying weren't a sledgehammer enough. "So what do you plan to do?" I paused my rapid typing and thinned my eyes at the odd numbers on the screen of my monitor, heat rolling up my spine when the numbers failed to coincide. Just another person to die at the hands of the Cattanios, and this time, a thief who thought he'd get away with cooking books and stealing half a million from a mega sale of desomorphine, or better known as Krokodil.

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.

With his power in the government, he can easily cover up his illegal activities and dirty businesses from all over the globe "Me too. I can't wait for their demise. I want them dead. All of them. I want to take over the number one spot as a gun dealer in the mafia port." Don Gunner 40, Pyro clan leader. A reputable gun dealer and the third supplier of weapons to the Underground. "I want to see their head on my collection." Don Juno, Crane clan leader. A drug Lord and number one supplier on the surface.

Now here I am. I glance at my phone. The screen is cracked, just like everything else in my life, but it flashes the time anyway. It’s been twenty minutes, and every second feels like a razor blade on my nerves. Someone is supposed to be meeting me here. I never thought I’d be selling drugs to save my own ass. But unloading this stash will get me out of the debt I owe these dealers. Enough to keep them from rearranging my face or worse. Then I’m never, ever doing this again.