Drug Lord Books Novels & Stories

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.

“Not all the insane lodgers you know of will board it. There will be decent business men and families too. Cops maybe. You having drugs sold on the boat is risky.” “Maybe.” She rested her back on the cushioned seat. “But high class junkies know how to buy a fix and cops know cops, so I think I am good there.” I gave her a long stare and then chuckled. “I should have known, you have cops working for you.” She grinned. “A girl has her ways.” “Exactly what shocks me. This is the Mafia and here, a girl's way is right between her legs. But yours isn't so it makes me wonder… How the hell do you make things work?”

That meant she had only been thirteen at the time. Godric sat in the other chair, arms across his chest, continuing to give me that angry stare. I understood my father was a drug kingpin, but producing and distributing drugs never sounded like that big of a deal to me. It seemed like a victimless crime, but now, I realized that wasn’t the case. Those women worked to process the drugs that we sold for millions and paid for our beautiful homes, cars, staff, and yachts. And then I felt like shit, absolute shit. “I don’t understand.”

this time. Lifting the lid of the nearest one, she found stacks of neatly sealed bags. No logos. No smell. Pure white powder. Coke. Still Drew's brand, just packaged prettier now. The second crate held cash. Bundles wrapped in rubber bands. Easily over $100,000, maybe more. She didn’t take anything. Not yet. But she pulled out her old prison phone—a burner she’d traded for cigarettes inside—and snapped pictures. Boxes, bags, bills and evidence.

It's hypocritical to think that I'm better than Lombardi just because I have limits to the crimes I can commit but it's the truth. It's expected of drug lords to own such establishments where they do human trafficking and the sort. That's how the books and movies portray us. But in reality, it's a matter of choice really. Am I so hard up that I'd resort to selling people? The answer is no. There are many ways to make money and I'd sooner get a white-collar job than dabble in human trafficking.

And last night he had the Cold Moon pack house burnt to the ground. All of these things on their own are horrific and utterly despicable , but combined they are a display of depravity that I didn’t know could exist. And he’s doing it all for what? To get access to more ports to expand his business assisting human gun runners and drug lords. He is a disgrace to wolf kind.

Seeing the look on Taliah’s face I look down, “is he married or something.” Shaking her head no Taliah took a deep breath, “he is like one of the top drug lords of New York Taylor...like in fact, he is one of the top drug runners in the US. Like he is deep in the mafia. Every time the cops arrest him the witness ends up missing or dead, evidence gets destroyed. Taylor, he isn’t a good guy.”

Being a Mafia member entails doing dirty business and getting your hands dirty with illegal activities such as drug trafficking, shark lending, gambling, and even murder. Luther, on the other hand, has a different plan. Luther devised a strategy to deal with them based on the information he obtained from Kheed and the perfect plan devised by Lucas. He devastates both parties' intended product exchange by hijacking their goods, giving the impression that both parties are cheating on each other. He was acquiring high-end goods and drugs that he could sell and export without spending a dime. His so-called mafia organization is rising to the top without much effort, and That's how he goes about

With his power in the government, he can easily cover up his illegal activities and dirty businesses from all over the globe "Me too. I can't wait for their demise. I want them dead. All of them. I want to take over the number one spot as a gun dealer in the mafia port." Don Gunner 40, Pyro clan leader. A reputable gun dealer and the third supplier of weapons to the Underground. "I want to see their head on my collection." Don Juno, Crane clan leader. A drug Lord and number one supplier on the surface.

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.