Life Dealer Novels & Stories

I opened the door to the almost empty room, which I used when I needed a study. I sat down on the chair and then placed my phone on the table. These two pieces of furniture were the only ones in the room, and it was enough. I called Jim, and he picked up almost immediately, "Hello, Jim. I saw your call, but I was a little busy. Do you have some news for me? "Yes, I was calling you to tell you that I found information considering who we are looking for. They call him the dealer. He finds people to do your dirty work in the crime work.

But those perfect eyes were so convincing that I let him walk me to the elevator. "So, what do you do for a living?" He inquires as we exit the elevator. "I used to be an unemployed rich girlfriend, but now I'm on my own," I grumble. He walks without saying anything until we reach a guest room. I take a deep breath, realizing the risks of following a stranger. He walks in, and I pause for a moment before following him. Then he walks to the bathroom to get a towel. "You are pretty to be single," he said to me, and I looked up at him.

Not even in whispers. Because Luca was listening. And Luca was killing. The first to fall was a low-level dealer working the docks. A coward who spent most nights scamming drunk tourists and selling knock-off guns to teenagers trying to be men. They caught him behind a dive bar—half-drunk, piss-soaked, and nervously glancing over his shoulder like he could already feel the Reaper breathing down his neck. Luca’s men zipped his hands behind his back and shoved him into a warehouse lit by a single swinging bulb.

The dealer who didn't belong to any of the organizations asked, glancing at Weylin. "All of my casinos in the USA, my entire property, and my organization Black Panther," Weylin smirked. The dealer's eyeballs almost popped out. Never ever did he see such a deal before. Then it hit him that the player wasn't an ordinary player but Weylin Turner who was a man with tricks up to his sleeves. Quickly controlling his expression, he turned towards Charles Brown. "What's your deal, Mr Brown?" The dealer asked. Charles Brown glanced at his assistant, feeling uncertain. He was confident about winning but he wasn't so confident to put such a huge bet as Weylin Turner. Weylin smirked upon seeing his opp

The Skye club was the most popular in the town, everyone knew that it wasn't just a club but a front for the dangerous and most deadly drug dealers that the under ground cartel had to offer, the club was the available market that gave them a platform to sell their drugs to both young and old clients. It wasn't just a place for drug dealers, it got worst when the owner, Mr Lee, a ruthless Chinese that was rumored to have fed off his last girlfriends flesh, opened his underground club to arms dealers who held auctions where illicit items, weapons and sometimes persons where sold.

Doneld nodded to one of the dead bodies on the floor and said "it looks like a disagreement between a dealer and his clients." "The shoot out took place behind a conventional store at mid-night. The clients are Toby and Kiel. These guys have been in and out of jail for the past couple of years for petty theft and drug abuse. The dealer on the other hand works for a drug over lord the DEA has been hunting for years now. Kanzel." As the chief explained every agent started murmuring when they heard the name "kanzel" "How is that possible?" James asked "no one have seen or heard anything from Kanzel in seven years. How can we be sure that the dealer works for him?"

she concluded. "So the dealer is into all these; I thought he had all the Authority here in the prison," I said to her. "Bull shit!" She exclaimed, I do not think that it is true. The dealer uses them to do their dirty jobs, and now they would not want to be swept under the carpet as they had all been trying to struggle for power for a very long time. This is just the beginning, and I am very sure that by the end of this, nothing will remain of the dealer again. I have already seen it. The black market prison is already going down."

“What does this seventeen-year-old punk kid have to do with me?” She slammed her hands onto my desk. “Because he was one of your dealers, Bane.” “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I don’t have any dealers unless you count my Dolls. They deal in sex, but it’s one hundred percent legal as you’re well aware.” Her expression darkened, her gray eyes turning to steel. “You know, I hate men like you.” “Men like me?”

Doneld nodded to one of the dead bodies on the floor and said "it looks like a disagreement between a dealer and his clients." "The shoot out took place behind a conventional store at mid-night. The clients are Toby and Kiel. These guys have been in and out of jail for the past couple of years for petty theft and drug abuse. The dealer on the other hand works for a drug over lord the DEA has been hunting for years now. Kanzel." As the chief explained every agent started murmuring when they heard the name "kanzel" "How is that possible?" James asked "no one have seen or heard anything from Kanzel in seven years. How can we be sure that the dealer works for him?"

Each floor presented a different dystopian scene; the upper levels were filled with rows of high-tech digital gambling machines and modern glass display cases showcasing illegal firearms, while the deeper levels reeked of illicit drug deals taking place in private booths that resembled exclusive bars. As I passed through one of the dimly lit corners on the upper floor, which offered private partitioned rooms, my eyes caught a familiar sight. At one of the bar tables, Sasha was sitting with her usual grace. Her expression was cold and calculating. In front of her, Jeff accepted a small zip-lock bag containing pills with trembling hands, then handed over a wad of cash. I was stunned for a mome