Novel & Cerita Drug Dealer Books

||Hardie Morrison|| Staring into the empty space, I puffed out huge smoke from my nostrils. Arrgh! Jamel. Jamel. Jamel. Gareth. Gareth. Gareth. I hate to hear those two names. Yeah, they weren't really opposing me but they look like they really are. To themselves though and I don't really care, maybe I do... Being a huge drug addict and a drug Lord, do I need to be bothered by some opposing drug dealers in states?

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

It never got any easier, and this seemed even worse than a trick to feed his drug habit. Gods, more so than dealers, were not to be trifled with though. At least if the dealers ended him, it was normally quick. Oblivious to the inner conflict going on behind him, Mr Montford studied the chests, brushing away the thick dust and choking cobwebs. The residue coated his hand, clinging like barnacles to hull of a ship.

“From the information I've gathered, I can tell that the next few days will be quite rash. We're about to face the hardest times of our business, and I suggest we gear up. Gather up the men, I have to address them.” I wanted to do more than just counter my brothers and the Alpha. As far as I knew their information first hand, I was going to put it into good use. In minutes, the place where I was standing was filled with my men, the men that made up the masked dealers agency. Most of them beared weapons, and now that we weren't at work, they didn't have their ski masks on. That was fine by me. “Masked dealers agency!” They cheered, and I smiled at them,trying to calm them down. They were easi

1 MONTH BEFORE "Algern, how's the plan going? Looks like your customer base is growing. We're sure to smuggle even more drugs if your business keeps booming," said one of Algern's partners in their drug dealing operation. "So make sure to increase our drug stock. I've got a huge delivery coming up," Algern replied, grabbing the bottle of liquor on the counter, staring at it, and taking a sniff. "You've been drinking at my bar for a long time now. Still don't trust the new stuff I give you?" the bartender asked while wiping his glasses.

I had thought to myself. The former Dealer, Von Quavo himself, had been into drugs, and that was exactly why he was ruining the lives of the lads. He had been into deadly and illegal drugs, which was exactly what he exposed the greedy and gullible lads too, and now, I just found out that Saint was doing the same. “He either knows who this new Dealer is or he is the new Dealer…” a voice had whispered to me. My bloodied hands had tightened my hold on the steering wheel, and I almost turned around to go back to the motel, but it would be pointless.

“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—”

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.

Aside from side-by-side news about drugs and human trafficking, there's nothing worth spreading on television right now. Meanwhile, the Vile Mafia, sensing the heat from recent investigations into their ties with government officials, had adopted a strategy of laying low for the time being, allowing the storm to pass. All of the people inside the government shouldn't get involved in any dark matter inside the underworld. They could use it as a business, but none of them should lay their hands on it in terms of illegal dealings.

Drugged. ***********