Novel & Cerita Drug Lord Book

I sat down as he took the seat next to me with Cody behind me and the other men on the other side of the table. After what seemed like hours of talking, I finally knew what he was really into. He is into trafficking drugs, prostitution, and money. He would get the money, make it clean and sell it for three times what it was worth. The drugs, well, he sold them for a much higher amount and apparently had someone at the harbor who collected his shipments. I was shocked. This whole time, I was with one of the biggest gangsters and my father's rival. I should have known. I was getting the hell away from him even if my life depended on it. All of a sudden, the doors burst open and two people walk

The Driver of the trailer that earlier dragged him out rested on the door frame of the Jeep with an already lit Cigar pressed in between his lips. "Well! Well! Never knew this would be an easy job, considering the fact of how hyped you are all over the country. You know, being a Well known and feared Crime lord, drug lord and the leader of one of the most feared gang in the country, I thought eliminating you will be an headache but seems i was wrong. You are just an overhyped old man who is too greedy to leave the seat of power for people better than you to take over". The Driver of the trailer elucidated, puffing out the smoke contained in his mouth, with the Cigar now in between the secon

"**Mario Rodriguez, founder of the Tirany cartel, father of one of the most powerful hitwoman in New York and Italy**," the first line of the document read, and Emma's heart plummeted. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through the file, each line a revelation. Mario’s involvement in money laundering, drug trafficking, girls trafficking, and a myriad of other crimes painted a horrifying picture. Yet, despite the details of his illegal empire, there was no mention of her. Emma's mind raced.

he smirked as he stepped back letting the cold breeze hit my body. “The only god that exists is within us, you just have to make the best out of it, as I did. There is a reason why I’m a drug lord. The world is in my hands.” He huffed, emphasizing the word, lord. “Wait, this is one of my samples,” he said as he pulled a tiny packet of white powder out. And handed it to me. I accepted it and look at it. “This single thing alone costs thousands of euros. And guess what? People are greedy for it,” his devilish aura radiated all around the room.

Liam. He’s sitting at a table near the window, legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back of his chair like he owns the place. Maybe he does. People know who he is. People fear him. And yet, he looks so... calm. Casual. Like he’s just another guy grabbing a morning coffee. Except he isn’t. He’s one of the most dangerous drug lords in the city. And I’m about to walk up to him and ask for help.

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."

Skye asked with a soft and gentle tone as if they were friends. “Yeah, she was one kick-ass of a woman. You know, back in the day, women were less active than men, unlike today. But she was different. One of the obvious reasons was because she was the only child of the most feared Mafia Lord at that time,” Vincent answered with his head bending forward as if it was too heavy for him to lift his head up properly. “How about Brandon Ford, also known as “Don”?” Skye asked again. I moved with extreme cautiousness not to create any sound for fear of bothering their conversation as I fetched a bottled from the fridge in the minibar. I handed one to Skye, then one to Marco. We sat side by side as w

Everyone glanced at Nikolai shocked, at how he had managed to do it. "If I find out anyone in this room has been involved in trafficking, in any corner of this continent," Nikolai spoke, his voice icy hell, "I will find you. And I will end you. Myself." He didn’t lower the gun. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, glaring at the Polish leader who had sweat dripping down his face. "We run a clean business. Even though we operate in shadows, we do not stain our hands with poison. Let that be known to everyone."

there was three consecutive knocks on my bedroom door before the door was opened and there stood my Godfather Octavious. He wore a black tuxedo that was tailored to his body as though it were meant to be his skin, with a black bow tie around his neck and the white colour of his shirt underneath. His fingers as always had those rings all over them, and the expensive wristwatch could not be missed.

This harsh environment had become the playground of drug cartels, where illicit trade thrived under the watchful eyes of corrupt officials and desperate souls seeking fortune. Deep within the labyrinthine streets of Harmony City to Lagoon City and others,cities swallowed by the sweeping sands of the Sahara, a network of criminals plotted their next move. Omar Al Badar, a renowned drug lord, ruled this treacherous realm with an iron fist. His empire revolved around the two newly established trade routes that would make him unimaginably wealthy.