Drug Lord Book Novels & Stories

I sighed, and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Why did you fire Landon?” he asked angrily. “Landon was getting old,” I replied,”I need young guys to make the drops. Landon wasn’t making the cut.” "Landon has been in the gang since you were a child Ken,” he declared, “He knows the game better then any of us.” “Look,” I huffed, “You run your gang, and I’ll run mine.” “Well your running your gang wrong,” he growled. “Sorry umm, who’s gang is at the top again?” I sassed, “Oh right mine.”

Shameless! A gut feeling of irritation rose in my belly and I hissed. I saw a big black book on the top of the drawer and I opened it. What I saw in it left me mouth agape and wide-eyed. Though I didn't understand what was written in it, the few I could grasp were shocking. Massimo vends drugs too? He doesn't just use them, he sells them as well. He even owns the largest drug shipment in New York. Heard about it a dozen times. This is why they call him dangerous.

I try to wrap my head around it, “What about Theo? He must know.” “Of course he does, Alpha Robert too,” Erik rolls his eyes, “But they’re all buddies, so of course they're going to let it slide. Also, the Fierros are not drug dealers, honey. They’re drug lords. They have a whole mafia going on, especially down in Hughmount.” I swallow and nod, trying to look like I'm not freaking out, but I am. Being a known drug lord is so fucking embarrassing. Fuck, why did it have to be my fated mate? Now what Liam said in the bathroom makes a little more sense, how he's ‘so powerful’.

' 'You are a good guy, Ads. 'No.' He shook his head. 'I'm a dealer, babe. I'm a low-as-they-come, gear-toting scumbag dealer. That's what I am. I sell shit to kids. I peddle drugs to addicts and fuckboys and anyone who hands over a bit of cash. I've let party girls get down on their knees for a few pills. I ain't no better than the rest of them and I shoulda done you right, but I didn't. But I'm gonna do right by you now, yeah, so you listen to me.' He moved his mouth close to my ear. 'Don't you do it, okay? No matter what they do to me, don't you give them what's in that book.' 'What?' I stiffened against him, my throat constricting.

He left the large eerie house without looking back. Uncle Quixote had been a turning point in Lupo's life. He was a drug lord. He was into human trafficking business, too. "Lupo, you could be my heir if you could learn the ropes!" the brawny old man announced pompously. "I'll do what I can, uncle." Lupo surpassed the old man's expectations. He had introduced women slavery and gambling in the underworld business. He also emulated the old man's clothes. He wore loose polo and pants with prints.

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.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

I could not fathom how he knew what was going on and still let it happen, all because he had a little power over Father. Father, on the other hand, was a piece of sh*t, a lunatic, a dog. F*ck! I was so pissed off I swear I could put a bullet through his head. How could he do that? How could he do that to a woman he claimed to love? Who had destroyed herself seeking his love and attention, losing herself in this messed-up Cosa Nostra world. I heard North clock his gun, and I tightened my grip around mine. "This is what I have always dreamed of Rico," North continued poking his gun at Vittoria and I. "Yunno, the two of you together, dying together, before my eyes, just like you so called Isabe

You could have shot that idiot and nothing would have happened. -You're a nasty, G- I murmured. –And on top of that, you don't help me with the book. I have to finish it the sooner the better. And I have to change the names of everyone, otherwise, everyone will know that it is an autobiography and we cannot make the existence of the mafia public.