Novel & Cerita Drug Lord Books

Yet, the bastard still expected me to conceal them when we were out in public. Alessandro was one of the biggest figures in this town. He was a drug lord, disguised as a businessman who is known throughout the city to be a charitable man that takes out a fat share from his pockets to give out to the needy. He was the perfect man to the outside world, and with every perfect man, a perfect woman by his side was expected.

“Th-that is the tr-truth. I sw-swear!” “Do you know what I like? I like to kill my enemies slowly and painfully. If I find out that you have in fact provided these drugs, or given Catherine any form of drug, you have chosen to be my enemy. Do you understand?” Dr. Davies nods his head so quickly I almost expect it to fall off. I turn to Catherine and she is sitting by her desk with the cutest pout of irritation. I lean down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Behave now or you know what awaits you.” She blushes but nods her head in confirmation. Then I leave to take care of my day. You should not mess with the mafia king! He is a dangerous man and luckily for Dr. Davies, he knows that.

Even more so than the late Elliot Corbally or the Romanov Valachi brothers of the United Kingdom, who were side by side in international business. Their influence in secret seemed to him to be a very amusing game. "Las Vegas is a woke city, managing it is not a chess game, Declan," he looked up from the papals for a second, "Drug trafficking is reflected in this city in every commercial building and the criminal gangs that predominate the areas have certain traditions that are dangerous, what strategy would there be within this folder that would be effective in overpowering them?"

I asked, “What is all this?, Is Vincent some sort of prince or what?” She asked, I didn't know if I should tell her “He is stinking rich and paranoid. What is he?” She asked, I had already noticed Taylor was a curious and Sharp person, this was probably going to bother her the whole night so I decided to tell her “I think he is drug lord, he is probably a leader of a cartel” I told her, Taylor didn't seem surprised “I thought so. There is just so much I want to ask him about Kelvin. Do you think he will talk to us tomorrow?” She asked

Two Days Later Donato told me about Giuseppe Lombardi, Il Grande Capo. He is a very respected man and was the father of Renzo Lombardi, who unfortunately died over a year ago. After his son's death, he retired from his position but still maintains all his businesses, some of which he has entrusted to his most loyal men. Tonight, we are going to his club, The Underworld, a place where many mobsters gather to do business, and occasionally, this ends in problems, although they always try to avoid it so as not to bother Giuseppe.

His voice low and lethal. “You got anything on him?” Hale poured himself another glass. “I’m still digging. My lead says he’s definitely showing up at the silver gala.” Leon leaned forward, shifting his body. He seemed more captured. Just as I am as my hands slipped from his chest. He didn’t even seem to notice. “And?” Hale smirked. Took a long drag and blew smoke slow. “He’s a drug lord. And he's got a history of embezzling Syndicate funds. Buried it deep. Real deep.”

And when he saw that he was going to die anyway, and after i klevis had him pinned,he decided to spill it out at the last moment before giving up the ghost. That coward. Anyway it was a good thing that he had spilled before he died, because it would have been really difficult to know where those goods were. "Yes," Boaz said. "Three drug lords. Each one of them has their own operation, their own men, their own territory on that shore.” “But they work together when they need to. They are very powerful, all three of them. Not the kind of men you walk up to without being ready for a real fight." The room was quiet for a moment and I stroked the beards on my chin slowly. This was definitely not g

However, she felt like there was more that he wasn't telling her. “What else?” She found herself asking. She needed to know everything to ensure she was doing the right thing but at this point nothing felt right. Everything felt entirely wrong, except for her anger towards Daniel and everyone who dared to hurt her. “I'm a drug lord,” he answered briefly, and although she told herself repeatedly not to react to his reply, she still found it really difficult to keep a straight face. This man just admitted to being a drug lord, and he said it without any ounce of care. What if she was a police officer? Yet with the influence and experience he had, she doubted he feared the police… how incredibl

Armani muttered with confidence, handing Damien a file with all the information he required on who carried out the invasion at the warehouse. “Pedro?” Damien asked as he fixed his gaze on the images on the file. It was obvious that the snitch had decided to betray him by selling out information to a top criminal agency. “Well, well, I guess the mouse has decided to play a game of hide and seek. Armani, be kind enough to fetch me Pedro; it's been a long while since we both had a conversation over dinner, don't you think so?” Damien asked, darting his gaze from the picture displayed in front of him to Armani, who had a vicious smile on his lips.

A low hum of jazz played from hidden speakers. The place wasn’t open to the public, every soul inside belonged to a syndicate, a cartel, or a shadow business. At the VIP area, three men were seated awaiting their arrival. The Spanish Cartel. Represented by César Delgado, a man with cold, calculating eyes and a smile that never reached them. “Don Valerio,” César greeted, rising to shake Dante’s hand. “We heard you had… business to settle before coming.” Dante sat without returning the smile. “When rules are disrespected, I handle it immediately.”