Drug Lord Books Novels & Stories

Being the master of escapes, lord of the shadows who was the doctor in charge of the illegal clinic. Irishman was acquitted of 23 police investigations, in which he continued to work, during the time he was in hiding, when he published eight books, Marginalias being released even in France. Since his book Group of 9 vultures, among books, Demons of Passion and Death among the pleasures of the underworld.

I've had some pretty vivid fantasies of my Godfather, that's one thing that I will admit. The man oozed dominance, mystery and sexiness that rubbed off on any female. I'd enjoyed those subtle touches whenever he would place a necklace around my neck, the way his fingers seemed to linger on my waist a second longer than necessary when we pulled away from our hugs and the way that he would give me this intense look as if to whisper to me that it was our little secret.

Well, neither had I. My eyes drifted to the stairs as Pa ambled down, his brows bent in worry. “Somebody tell me what we should do with the fucking Outlaws?” he yelled when he reached us by the sitting area. Pietro stepped forward and questioned, “Why? What did those motherfuckers do now?” “They flamed another of our warehouses last night. We lost some of our highly expensive drugs.” Pa looked distressed and sat in his armchair, his fingers stroking his temple. “What do they want from us?”

“I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.” Notorious didn’t cover it. “That man you saw is part of the trafficking chain I and many other capos have been trying to break for years.” I bit the inside of my mouth to quell my anger, but nothing worked. “They deserve the worst possible penalties for everything they’ve done, for crimes like infiltrating every other syndicate to drugging, kidnapping, and raping women.” She shuddered with a look of disgust on her face. “I’m sorry you had to see that side of me, but I often lose control around fuckers like him.”

The arms dealer bent his redhead over, pounding her pussy while slapping her ass red. The drug lord had his Latina on her back, legs spread, drilling her hard as she screamed. Grunts, slaps, and wet squelches filled the air, no one left unsatisfied. As the night wound down, clients zipped up, deals sealed in semen and secrets. Vincent rose, empire intact. But the pull toward Chris grew stronger, a dangerous addiction in a world where weakness killed.

They all sat down at the kitchen table. “I guess it can’t hurt now. No one else will be coming for it. With Tyrone and his two lieutenants dead, his territory will get divided up between other crime lords,” Juan said. “Over a year ago, my friends and I were working on a construction project in New Jersey. Tyrone’s public persona was businessman and construction contractor in New York and New Jersey. However, he made the real money by smuggling drugs. Of course, me and my friends didn’t know that at the time.” “You know, sounds like this story should be taken with a beer,” Cindy stated. “I got a six-pack in the fridge. Mindy, you want a soda?”

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.

But life wasn't all candies, soon he would have to return back to his world where the sky were always grey and blood stained the floors, his world were women were raped and sold, his world where he wasn't even allowed to feel, to show any emotions, because in His world emotions were weaknesses. * Faircho Dominguez was the world's most known drug and human trafficker. But even as Xavier sat before him, he felt no fear, Faircho should be the one afraid, he was before the Australian Mafia Leader, the most popular Mafia Leader in the world. Xavier watched Faircho as he took a stick of cigarette, lightening it up and taking an inhale.

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.

Charles attained that title of being the richest and most powerful drug lord in Africa right after he had hatched a plan wherein he burnt down each and every last drug-manufacturing center owned by Lewis and taken over his mafia gang when he was the Number 1. He succeeded Lewis officially after he framed him of 6 different high-pitched crimes and had Lewis arrested by the F.B.I. He had tried to bribe his way into giving him a death sentence but fortunately for Lewis, it did not work out. Lewis was sentenced to more than 35 years in jail. Unknowing to Charles, Lewis had just got out of prison recently and through his eyes and ears in the outside world had formed the best plan of revenge.