Drug Lord Book Novels & Stories

Lucien had put the order out himself—anyone who stole from him, anyone who destabilized the market and triggered the war that took his beloved woman, was finished. He said hundreds of lives for a single person, his woman, he just kept killing and killing… every thief, every drug crew, every cartel that stole from him, he said they were responsible for the death of his beloved… I couldn't believe how such a weird man is the most powerful Mafia Lord alive, a Mafia Lord that regulated the drug market and produced purest forms of drugs and even if it's addictive, it's not junk or harmful… A Mafia Lord that hunted down child molesters, rapists, serial killers, corrupt government officials, what s

His voice low and lethal. “You got anything on him?” Hale poured himself another glass. “I’m still digging. My lead says he’s definitely showing up at the silver gala.” Leon leaned forward, shifting his body. He seemed more captured. Just as I am as my hands slipped from his chest. He didn’t even seem to notice. “And?” Hale smirked. Took a long drag and blew smoke slow. “He’s a drug lord. And he's got a history of embezzling Syndicate funds. Buried it deep. Real deep.”

I implied it with a light smile on my face. “How…?” Gray replied with his eyes wide open. Doom's business is not as solid as the other ones; he once fell into the cop's trap, his men reckless, causing a transport of cocaine and other strong stuff to be taken into custody by the cops. He was arrested and then was bailed by the Mafia God. Although the Mafia God got him out, that was already a big favor. Getting the drugs back wasn't an easy job; he had to pay quite a huge amount for it.

It had to be me standing between him and the bullet that would pierce through his chest. "I'm running out of patience, Diego. Do you have something to give me or did you just come here to blab in my face?" He coughed out some of the smoke and I took a step back so that I would not be inhaling the second hand residue of it. After that, it took him a moment to catch his breath, then he pulled out a small book with a leather cover along with it were two flash drives. "This wasn't easy to get, boss," he said, his eyes gleaming with a yearn for approval, a look I knew all too well and it ticked me off even more. I didn't need him to look like himself. He could go back to being the addict 24/7, bu

He pressed a kiss to my forehead before walking out of the office, leaving just Savio and me. I brought my gaze to Savio, before I could mutter a word, he lifted both hands in the air. “I swear I know nothing,” A smile cut through my lips. “Sure. You're definitely no fun,” Savio spent the next few hours briefing me on everything that had to do with Zach. In the last two years, he had made a name for himself as the drug lord, using these paper companies as fronts, including Krystal Group. There was enough proof here to ensure Zach stayed behind bars. But that wasn't enough for me. That wouldn't bring back my parents or everything we'd lost all in the name of greed.

He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.

Armani muttered with confidence, handing Damien a file with all the information he required on who carried out the invasion at the warehouse. “Pedro?” Damien asked as he fixed his gaze on the images on the file. It was obvious that the snitch had decided to betray him by selling out information to a top criminal agency. “Well, well, I guess the mouse has decided to play a game of hide and seek. Armani, be kind enough to fetch me Pedro; it's been a long while since we both had a conversation over dinner, don't you think so?” Damien asked, darting his gaze from the picture displayed in front of him to Armani, who had a vicious smile on his lips.

Tiger stood at his side, ever-vigilant. “The package? Where is it?” Damon asked calmly. One of the Capos, a bald man with a weathered face, sighed heavily. He reached down, grabbed a large black bag beside him, and slid it across the table toward Damon. Damon’s cold gaze lingered on the bald man for a moment before shifting to the bag. With a subtle motion of his fingers, he signaled Tiger, who immediately unzipped the bag. The gleam of gold filled the room. Damon glanced at it briefly, then let a slow, satisfied smile curl his lips.

“ Yes sir! “ Replied the inspector. “ Oh really? Can I hear the reports?“ Shawn answered, taking a break from typing on the laptop. His hands have been running deftly on the keyboard for a while without taking a break. “ Yes, sir! “ Replied the inspector ” We found out that he is a drug trafficker who owns two mansions and he uses one for his illegal business. According to our investigation team, we also discovered he belonged to a dangerous group that is headed by Derrick DE Lord” the man explained on the phone.

I didn't know that his mafia empire was as serious as I had witnessed. Sure, I knew he ran a powerful drug cartel with some other men in the country; I knew he was a killer; I knew he owned paper companies that were used to launder government money for himself and his politician friends but I didn't read into his information too deep to know he auctioned poor girls off to monsters like himself.