Life Dealer Novels & Stories

“Nothing confirmed, nothing solid but people believed he died three years ago.” I didn't know how to relate with that. . “Died?” “Or disappeared,” he corrected. “Depends on who you ask. Some say he overdosed. Some say he was killed. Others say he went off the grid to avoid a rival dealer.” I froze. “Dealer?” That meant drugs. “Former drug dealer,” the PI comfirmed. “A big one. The kind that doesn’t just walk away. But that’s the thing. we can’t confirm any of it. Records vanished. Files missing. It’s like someone scrubbed the whole existence clean.”

The deputy prosecutor's life, reduced to a series of catastrophic financial decisions and one very expensive mistress, glowed on the screen like a blueprint for destruction. His name was Alan Messner. Forty-three years old. Deputy prosecutor for the white-collar crime division of the county district attorney's office. Married, two children, a mortgage on a house he couldn't afford. He'd been leaking money for years—casinos first, then private poker games, then offshore betting sites that accepted cryptocurrency and asked no questions. The debts had crossed into six figures eighteen months ago. That was when the mistress appeared: a twenty-six-year-old paralegal from a neighboring jurisdictio

“Wow…that’s rich.” His eyes narrowed. “I’m the biggest drug dealer in this part of the world. I get shit done by rewarding those loyal to me and torturing those who aren’t. Cross me, and I’ll push you out of a goddamn window. Test me, and I’ll make you shit your pants. But I stay in my lane and mind my own business. I don’t touch innocent people. I don’t touch the police. Your family is the same way. The other guys who grow through that hotel have the same agenda. We live in the underworld and don’t touch anyone outside of it.” “And none of these men rape and traffic women? You think I’m stupid? I know that’s the biggest business out there—”

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

“One of my dealers took my money and decided to give me the low grade.” I tutted, “What a shame. He must have a death wish to try and rob you.” Leonardo hummed, running his hands along my thigh. I suppressed a low moan when his hands slid too high, hoping that he didn't hear me. “He is already a dead man. I never tolerate lies and deceit in my business. Never.” His words were like cold water thrown in me. I cast my eyes downward and said, “But you managed to forgive me, huh?”

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.

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 sat down in front of her and introduced myself. I asked her name but she got up from her seat walking towards the table in front of the bartender. She ordered another drink and I decided to follow her. Suddenly I felt my phone in my pocket vibrating. I took it out and found a message from Mason. Bet you 1.000 dollars that she's cheap. Ask her to sleep with you and if she agrees.. 1.000 dollar will be yours. - Mason

"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.