Drug Lord Book Novels & Stories

The rain fell visibly heavy in Sanchez’s estate; Emilio Capello’s heart is in turmoil just like the brewing storm outside. Sanchez’s study was dimly lit by a single desk lamp as he sat in a black leather chair. Sanchez, the most dreaded drug lord of Central Genoa, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His blue sparkling eyes were glued on Capello, who sat like a man about to be hanged. “Emilio, you look like shit,” Sanchez said in amusement.

He carried himself like an unhinged, bloodthirsty animal driven by nothing but chaos and bloodlust but the few times I interacted with him one on one, it was obvious that he was smarter than he let people see. Among her other admirers were Jason Drakatos; godfather of the greek mafia, Enzo Gonzalez; capo dei Capi of the Columbian cartel, and Chrisos Dos Santos, important head of the diamond smuggling syndicate, just to mention a few, each powerful in their own way.

“A drug gang.” Her jaw clenched. “You run a drug gang?” I nodded once. “Yes.” A beat of silence. Then— “You run a fucking drug gang??” Her voice rose, and I swore Ivy twitched in her crib. “Kelly…” She threw her hands up. “Oh, so you’re not just some CEO, or a businessman, or a mysterious man who works late nights, you’re a whole drug lord??” I dragged a hand down my face. “Not lord. That’s dramatic.”

ADONIS Nine years ago I had killed a man an hour ago, only to become something I had never imagined—the boss of the most powerful crime family in the New York Cosa Nostra. The capo of the Vitale Crime Empire. Everyone expected me to give a speech about this uplifting experience, to tell them of the plans I had for the future of this syndicate. To say I had any would’ve been a lie. Everything about this was sudden, a catastrophe I couldn’t put a stop on.

Gina nodded without looking up. Mariano Ponce was the most well known drug lord in the continent with at least six branches almost in every country and thirteen hide outs in every continent. He was known for appearing randomly in a certain country, running his business smoothly and then disappearing without a trace. Though quite the famous character, noone knew what his face looked like or anything else about him.

As Sherly sifted through the stack of documents on her desk, her brows furrowed in concentration. Two days had passed since the ball, yet the memory of the mysterious figure who had glared at George lingered in her mind like a haunting specter. She couldn't help but think of that man since she felt that he wasn't simple at all. He is part of the Vile Mafia; she knows it. However, for some reason, according to the information she had, she was part of the Rui Lin Mafia before.

The big man. Elio Angelou, one of the biggest drug lords in the United States, the Mafia King of the east coast. In Rosette, he is a god. Better than any Alpha. This guy doesn't have to serve his people, people serve him. And that's exactly how I want to be. I don’t want to put myself in danger for people who feel entitled to my strength, I don’t have the protective gene in me, I don’t give a shit about anyone except myself.

I feel my stomach twisting at the images in my head. “Killian, how lovely to see you”, I hear a Spanish accent behind me and I turn around to see Arturo, the head of the Mexican Mafia in new York. This is the dream of any head of the mafia, this is where everyone is, one bomb here and I would be the fucking king in New York. “Arturo”, I reply as I shake his hand, he does business directly with me, since his father died he refused to do business with my uncle, he thinks he is old and needs an update on how to do business.

Anderson Flares Age: 54 Date of birth: 1/12/1967 Spouse: Jennifer Flares (Dead) Children: Jenna Flares, Thomas Flares I continued reading the information and went down to the second page, which had a contract signed by the both of them. It was about how much drugs Vladim will provide Flares and how much money they had to pay each other. The other page included the Weakness and dirt on him. First dirt was a police report in 2001 for drug possession. A few of his deals with other dealers and what the deal was about. He had 7 other dealers killed and a list of Innocent workers and men that he had killed or gotten killed. Last but not least his debts. He's a man Indebted to other people.

"Did you get what I ask you to do?" Shivering a little, the man nods his head and stammering said "Y-Yes..boss." The man stretches out his hand requesting the envelope. The man shivering a bit while walking to the desk and handed him the envelope that he bring earlier. He bows his head and stares at the floor worriedly. He already sweating, scared that the boss might kill him anytime now. Vincent Smith, the lord of drug dealers around the City is also known as Jimmy. He is the leader of a group of mafia and known as a man with no mercy.