Drug Lord Book Novels & Stories

“He’s dead, I could’ve saved him he wouldn’t let me. He’s dead. I should’ve been dead instead of him, Orlando is going to hate me for not saving him instead of me, he’s dead. I should be in his place.” I never knew what that meant until a few days ago when we received the news that dreads was missing and that his body was found burnt to a crisp outside the millers estate. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, us and the Millers were on the same page until now. I was glad I put a bullet in him. He’d got rid of my one and only loyal suppliers he never failed me not once we had one run in due to thst dumb runner thinking he could make money in the side and get away with it. But all was clea

Maximus Walter Skyler P.O.V Two days later, I still stayed here in Greece with Jude. I still have a mission to finish, now I am inside a warehouse that contains tons of drugs. It’s a hideout of big druglords like Mystique. I think she was the one who handled it when her father died. I was walking around and couldn't believe there were so many drugs, that's why drug problems couldn't stop and didn't run out because of the big drug lords scattered all over the world. They do it for money, many addicts are already scattered sowing havoc in the dark streets as it was the effects of it. When because of money many will do evil just to get what they want. They have nothing to do with the affected p

However, she felt like there was more that he wasn't telling her. “What else?” She found herself asking. She needed to know everything to ensure she was doing the right thing but at this point nothing felt right. Everything felt entirely wrong, except for her anger towards Daniel and everyone who dared to hurt her. “I'm a drug lord,” he answered briefly, and although she told herself repeatedly not to react to his reply, she still found it really difficult to keep a straight face. This man just admitted to being a drug lord, and he said it without any ounce of care. What if she was a police officer? Yet with the influence and experience he had, she doubted he feared the police… how incredibl

Three men stood waiting, their faces shadowed by the dim light filtering through the branches. Two of them I recognized as the men who had been watching me on the street. The third was unfamiliar—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a cruel grin and cold, calculating eyes. “Well done,” the man said, his voice dripping with mockery. “The prey has been delivered. Luca will be pleased.” “Luca?” I repeated weakly, my voice trembling. The man’s grin widened. “Ah, so you’ve heard of him.” My blood ran cold. Luca Tadeo, the every man whom I had defiled and made Damon disgrace in Arthdal Strike. It was the same Luca who had been pursued by his men.

"Lucas said his enemy might still be alive. Do you know who that person is? I asked about him last time, but you didn't answer me. Can you tell me who he is now?" "He's the biggest drug lord in the Alassian continent. He owns Quantum Corp and many gambling houses. He's also the mastermind behind heaps of drug trafficking, arms smuggling, and organ trafficking cases. There isn't a sin that he's not committed!" Timothy couldn't stop himself from shuddering in fear at how atrocious that person was.

I gritted. "I do. Because i always got men. On the inside, on the outside. With the fbi and everywhere" He said. "I got my eyes everywhere and before anything is done, i'll know" He boasted whilst i sighed. His ego was very much attractive to me. And his voice had me even questioning my sexuality, i really had no idea how much i was into drugdealers and mafias. I immediately thought of adding that to my book as i typed it in my phone. I was still writing that and it might have been slower than i thought. But afterall, i was just in chapter four. There was some silence between us before he broke it—

he said reflectively, not giving an answer to her question. "Sorry?" she didn't understand his train of speech. He turned to her. "I am not a philanthropist" he repeated. "I am a drug baron, a crime lord and leader of a mafia cartel" he continued. Chelsea simply looked at him. She didn't utter a word or make a gesture. "I'm involved in, behind and in charge of the most illicit of businesses in all of Miami, and Florida at large" he walked gently, taking steady steps along the borders of the rooftop.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "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 Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

If it were up to me, I would never get married. Most soldiers had nothing to be proud of, being in the lowest position in the syndicate, but my father wore it on his sleeves like some ornament. My brother, Domenico, was not any different. At least he had a proper reason. Domenico Guerra was a name known to the whole of the underworld. He was not a soldier as he should have been. He had not inherited the title from our father. Instead, he became the Consigliere, the advisor, to Adonis Vitale, the Capo of the Vitale Crime Empire, because my brother was the only one Adonis trusted with his eyes closed. The Vitales were one of the two ruling families of the New York Cosa Nostra, which was a trem

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.