Drug Lord Books Novels & Stories

Jack interrupted. “Yes,” Rodrigo replied, “that same guy who’s caught last year in New York. He was a small-time drug dealer back then, but he expanded his business to gun smuggling in and out of the states. He’s been hiding since he got busted, Jack. How the hell did you get involved with these people?”

Theo POV “Boss, you have to see this”, I hear one of my men say. I turn around and look at him, and he passes me his phone. He has been taking tabs on Everly and Spider. Spider has been keeping him updated on everything, and today he is taking Everly to a meeting with all the potential new leaders of the American mafia. Fucking great. That has everything been fucked up and exploded in their faces.

Then I understood why those men called me Princess the entire time. What they actually meant was Mafia Princess? The heir to take over my father's business. Fvcking hell! That was what Uncle Danny talked about over the voice call. More news made me realize Papá was the modern version of Pablo Escobar, the famous drug dealer. He was known over Italy under the code name 'The Pill Lord' and was the most dangerous mafia man to ever exist there. Many unbelievable things I read about him. They say he was a killer, a rapist, a devil incarnate in the form of a human but I've never known him to be such things.

"You'd be surprised, Ugo. I'm an ardent Christian, the type that is actively active in my church. Projects, support, charity, you name it." "Ah!" I exclaimed. "Maybe I'm the one that didn't get the picture initially. It's no news that most crime lords cover their evil with lots of good deeds. They are the most supportive humans." "In some cases, yes. Some are just givers, naturally." "So, you peddle drugs, kill people, and then go to church and splash the blood money on impoverished people," I stated.

My cartel had the biggest shipmemt for armmos and. i had clubs,casino and hotels around italy, the united states especially New york to cover up my mafia affairs in the state cause i wouldn't want to kill people for meddling in my business. Shutting the door behind me, i walked towards a mini closet i had in my office where i kept extra shirts and pants for occasions like this. I slipped into the black shirt as i make my way towards my chair to continue the paper work i had to do on one of my shipmemts coming to newyork.

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.

Sounds like the ticking of the clock in the hallway , the faint hum of the air cooling system , even Noah’s soft breathing it all fades away. “We have some very exclusive information about one of the contenders for governorship in New Manhattan, Manhattan City. A man by the name of Mr. Morgan Clark. Information reaching us is that he was and he still is a Drug gang leader and involved in multiple illegal drug rings. We have all the proof at hand, the information, names, dates, pictures everything is here.”

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.

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.

~VITTORIA~ I walked into the casino' sliding door with Nicola, Gio, and fucking Martini behind me, thanks to my supposed husband. My father's casino, which was now run by me was the biggest one could find in the whole of Brooklyn. Not even the ones run by the Argenteros lived up to it. The top millionaires and billionaires came there to gamble away while some others mainly came there to watch others play, hang around at the casino bar, or watch women sing and perform sexy dances.