Life Dealer Novels & Stories

Everything that happened here was sure to be captured to the last detail. Like a zombie, I sat beside Luther, only to spot his friends watching me like I was a portrait from a rare piece. “Oh my goodness! Luther, you are really enjoying yourself.” One of his friends stared at me as if he was already pounding inside my core. I was so stiff that I didn’t even know how to move my neck. “Of course, I have the number one socialite of Hillview. I am sure to enjoy my life.” Luther’s response only brought whistles and lewd jeers from his friends. How did someone like him end up with people like this? No. The main issue was to survive this night.

I met Sarah, she was more like a business partner but we were getting a little bit close, whenever she comes to visit the kids get a little bit excited but they kept their distance they never behaved the way the do with Marina with her, I really don’t know why. Marina, a total strange, now means a lot to the kids, and I’m sure it’s vice versa with the way she does. “Boss” I heard Carlos call my name, I turned to him silently asking him to talk. “The dealer is here” and I nod. The fucker started selling fake drugs to me, when he knows I don’t joke when it comes to supplies, he knows the people that buy from me are not just ordinary people they were people of higher calibre not just some measl

I would enjoy making her father die a very painful death. I had allowed George to be an Associate in the Family. He was a good enforcer when it came to collecting debts. His problem was that he was a drunk and gambler. I didn’t have a problem with the drinking or the gambling, but George took it to a level that could affect the Family’s image. George owes over $200,000 to a bookie outside of the Family. He has no possible way to pay it back. The organization that he owes the money to is big into the sex trade, specializing in sex trafficking. This Family was part of the Columbian Cartel.

He was one of my top drug suppliers, a business that I had recently started after shutting the human trafficking and prostitution shit my father was doing. Personally, I didn't have a problem doing it, but something told me that Alessandra wouldn't be happy to hear that I was messing with women and all that stuff. Besides, I was already so fucking rich with all the counterfeiting and money laundering businesses, illegal gambling dens I possessed. Dante seemed pumped up for a fight, his fists clenching and unclenching with tense energy. He muttered a curse under his breath and turned to me, “Do you have a plan, Leo?”

Cheryl’s brows twitched, but she said nothing. “I was new to the city, broke, and running from a past I didn’t want to explain. And him? He was already a legend. The type of guy people whispered about, but never to his face. He had charm, connections, he had already been working for alejandro for a while. He had the kind of quiet danger that made stupid girls like me think we could fix him.” I smiled — bitter, maybe a little wistful. “He wasn’t some low-level dealer. He wasn’t muscle. Lorenzo ran things. Backroom deals, strip club laundering, poker nights with buy-ins that could pay rent for six months. People owed him. People feared him because of Alejandro and I guess he loved that.”

As I walked through the tangled web of people, my unsteady footsteps seemed to synchronize with the chaotic rhythm of the city. Then I went to the area where Killer usually hung out. Killer had been my dealer for years whenever I needed to hide it from Scott. He leaned against the weathered brick wall of a corner building, concealed beneath the shelter of his hood. I could barely make out his features, but the subtle nod he gave carried a familiarity. This was a dealer who knew his clientele well, their weaknesses, and their desperate cravings.

"Sir, your........." "Just shut up!" I yelled at my personal assistant. "I'm sorry sir, but your father is asking for you and it's urgent" He completed and moved away. Fuck it. I'm Xavier Scott, an actor. My father owned the Scott's Entertainment. I have passion for acting and I really love it. I'm what they call king of dumpers. I fuck girls and dump. I hate being disappointed. Right now, I'm supposed to sign a contract that worth millions but now, that tiny girl ruined it.

I said, unleashing the full authority in my voice. "Hmm... so you are the mayor's daughter. Everleigh Delluci, right?" It was a man's voice, no doubt. Only that, it was not familiar to me in any way so I got no idea who is he. But I guess he came here for one thing: its either he is a thief or he is here to do damages because he has a grudge over Mom or something. That is really one of the downsides when you are in politics. You will always have haters even if you are a good person or not. Politicians are tied to that reality, so I don't find this surprising at all.

I always go there every week so I know some people who work there. "Will.. hey buddy." "Hey Ares, did you have fun last night?" He asked and I bet he got a big fat smirk on his face. "Can you tell me her name? I bet she swiped her card last night." "No.. she came here with a check." "What? A check?" I asked disbelief. "Stefanus West, I bet you heard his name a lot. He's a famous businessman and he comes here sometimes. I don't know what that girl's relationship with him but she gave me that check last night."

"Be invisible and do your job well. Get home and be with your wife and kiss your children later tonight." The dealer wordlessly chanted the mantra that had kept him alive for almost five years in this place. Please don't let me die just yet, and he added a prayer to the unfeeling gods in the heavens. If there was ever a chance that they exist, then it was now high time to ask for some kind of mercy from above. "Okay. If you say so. Lyra believes you. But next time send me some good cards okay?" the wood nymph replied and uselessly lowered her voice as she made a deal with the dealer.