Drug Lord Books Novels & Stories

Knowing Duke, he’s probably awake, too. He answers on the first ring, just as I thought. “You’re not asleep yet?” He asks, sounding wide-awake. “No. You?” “No. I’m looking into the profile of the drug lord from Brazil. He’ll be coming to the club next week. I want to make sure we’ve got enough evidence to trap him for life.” I nod, pacing to the huge windows of my home office. My neck tingles with a haunting sensation, just like it always does whenever I have to discuss the dark side of my business.

”Thinking about that news, I’ll love to join those groups, I think they are of mafia gang, God I love mafia lords, remember that story I once read, what’s the name again, the mafia lord obsession “ ”I’m still waiting for the continuation, the lady died at the last minute, I felt so pity for her, why will life treat her so unfair, she was betrayed by her family and boyfriend, sold to a mafia lord but ended up falling for him, when their love story was about to rise, boom she remembered who she really was, Gosh, but she’s stupid, why will she allow herself...“ ”Can you shut up already, you are disturbing my ears“ She shouts all of a sudden which made me flinched in fear, this is like the first

, he says, and I watch as Hazel smiles, playing on the floor with the little ones that are too young for the bouncy castle. My life has turned upside down since Hazel walked into it. She makes Elliot happy, and I love it. My sister was the best present I could have ever asked for. And I regret not looking for her sooner, and I regret everything that I put her through. I am the most respected mafia leader in New York. The war is long over, but there are always threats around the corner.

“I don’t know man, we have a lot on our plate already. I need to talk to her sister, the one in trouble. I bet she would have more information about Beth. She could also give me more details about the drug lord that she owes money to. There are many drug lords in this city, it would be practically impossible to get to a drug lord especially now that I’m having a war with them. So far, I haven’t been able to identify all the drug lords that are working with King Ashford. I know only a few of them, but I have information that the greedy drug lords have a leader. He wants to unseat the mafia Lord but hasn’t been able to defeat the Mafia lord. The word on the street has it that he is the only on

He left the large eerie house without looking back. Uncle Quixote had been a turning point in Lupo's life. He was a drug lord. He was into human trafficking business, too. "Lupo, you could be my heir if you could learn the ropes!" the brawny old man announced pompously. "I'll do what I can, uncle." Lupo surpassed the old man's expectations. He had introduced women slavery and gambling in the underworld business. He also emulated the old man's clothes. He wore loose polo and pants with prints.

"It's simple, we want you replaced as the leader of this Clan. You are no more qualified to rule." "And why? Just because I was careless enough to lose our cargo?" Marco asked in amusement. His uncle was something else. "Do you know what that means? Double S would spread it out in the black market and if everyone begins to purchase it, there is a high chance of it getting into the hands of the police. Then the police would come for De Luca Clan!" Indeed, he was right. It was a dangerous thing to lose a cargo filled with cocaine. Marco had messed it up and the only solution was to find that mercenary, Double S.

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.

Height: 6'3" (tall, really tall) All muscle. Expensive, dark gray suit. Tom Ford brand. Price: at least $5,000. Patek Philippe watch. Price: $80,000. (Who wears an $80,000 watch?) Big hands, with scars on the knuckles. No wedding ring. Age: maybe thirty My brain is screaming DANGER DANGER DANGER. Run for your unloved life! But he doesn't say anything. He just slides a leather notebook across the table toward me. I look down. The handwriting is sharp and clean: You said you hated your life. I fixed it. You have 24 hours to decide if you want to keep it. After that, it disappears. My mouth is dry. "Who the hell are you?" He picks up his pen and writes again: Someone who's been watching you. "T

“Wanna go to the library? There is something I want to show you.” “Something? What is it?” Cedric was curious. “As the successor for the next boss, you need to broaden your knowledge. I remember there is one important book that I believe you haven’t read it yet. It is a book about our mafia’s historical achievements. There were also documentaries about our crimes and murders as the proud mafia. I think you should know about it so that you won’t get shocked.” Indeed, Cedric believed that he never read books about his mafia clan’s dark history. Now that he was very curious, he begged Vincent to show him.“Take me there, uncle!”

I continued, “did not originate from legitimate pharmaceutical trade.” That line hung in the air like smoke. No accusations. No crime named. Just ian mplication. I could have said more. God, I wanted to. I wanted to tell them about all the people he murdered in cold blood. About the meetings that never appeared on paper. About the black market arms smuggling he deals in right under the dark underworld. About the drug accounts that existed that no one knows of. About how Antonioni taught men like us that laundering wasn’t about washing money, it was about drowning it until it came back clean.