Drug Dealer Books Novels & Stories

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.

Imported drugs, diverted and counterfeited, exposed drug trafficking loops reaching three continents. It wasn't corruption. It was a crime kingdom. And Shayla wore its crown tonight. She compiled what she called The Black Ledger — a computerized and handwritten account of Samuel's misbehavior. Each transaction, each borrowed name, every foreign bank account, copied by hand, counted, and stored. A copy was encrypted on discs and stored in safe deposit boxes under false names. Another copied, leather-bound, heavy book was hidden between the boards in her office desk. “Proof that can bury him a hundred times over,” Shayla whispered, her voice steady but cold.

Victor was popular for selling weed, he had lots of clients, he bought in large quantities and sold out to people, on the side he also sold some small tablet drugs to like Tramadol, he was quite popular for his ability to sell, hide his business and still remain popular for something no one could physically catch him doing. Victor had to meet up with two of his closest friends, John and Tunde, all three were going to see somebody; there was a drug deal Victor was able to get hands on and it was happening at Ikeja, the capital city of Lagos. He had been able to get hands on a foreign dealer and he involved his friends, they didn’t know what country their dealer was from but they were about to

"Are you sure this is a good idea? I thought you were clean." I knew I was fucked up when even my dealer asked me if I was alright. "Mind your business," I growled, wanting his look of concern to disappear from his face. "I've heard rumors that you've been to rehab," he protested. "I don't feel comfortable about this. You're gonna relapse." I handed him the money. "Wow, a drug deal with a moral conscience. How poetic." He laughed and handed me what I wanted. It was the only thing that could settle my spiraling thoughts and provide respite from the constant heaviness and tightness in my heart.

Shadows that felt like they were crawling toward me… suffocating me. I didn’t want night to come. Because night meant he would return. And with him… those papers. That deal. That cruel demand. And maybe this time, I wouldn’t have the strength to say no. The thought made my stomach churn harder than hunger ever could. I got up and paced the room, checking every corner again, even though I already knew it was useless. The door was locked. The windows were too high, too narrow to fit through. No phone, no bag, no way to call for help. He had planned this perfectly... like a hunter setting a trap.

All this time passed the drugs should be out of my system. I thought I wouldn't stay there for up to an hour, but it's the next day, and I'm still there. Apparently there's nothing called loyalty because as soon as my dealer is conscious, he's squealing like a rat. Tells the police I've been buying from him for years now. If I thought I was cooked, I'm roasted now.

They all look like thugs, with big muscles and scars, wearing scowls on their faces. "Move this to the suppliers right now. The south side first, then the east. Make sure Jackson gets his share before midnight." The professor watches the men swiftly get to work, dividing up the parcels into smaller bits to hand them out to dealers across the city. Each package represents lives that will be ruined, families that will be torn apart, more students overdosing but a drug dealer doesn’t care about any of those, only his profits and unfortunately for him right now, the life of his daughter and perhaps his own life.

She said. “Alright then” We made a quick stop to the mall where she went for the things she needed to get. She had gotten loads of fragrances, skin and hair care and also sanitary towels. She tried her best hiding it but i had sharp sight, nothing went past me unnoticed. It was too much but then i see the effort she puts into looking and smelling good. “Is that all” i said as i grabbed the bags taking them towards the car. “You can go on i'd meet you in the car, let me quickly get the drugs” I just nodded to her giving her my black amex card as she made her way to the pharmarcy.