Life Dealer Novels & Stories

We will get tired of her eventually and then we will have to move on. Call me messed up, hell, call me fucked up, I don’t care. I’m living my life and ain’t hurting anybody in the process. Okay, that’s a big lie, I do have my side gig. I’m what I like to call a liquidator, or hitman, assassin, whichever you prefer, and I’m good at it, but I never kill anybody that doesn’t deserve it. Otherwise, I’m the perfect fucking gentleman who loves to fuck women. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Every iota of dignity he carried in his life was lost in its entirety! Naturally, Mandy and Noel were left in disbelief too, with both of them gaping at the firefighter who suddenly became John Levine, head of Levine Ventures!

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.

A fifty-year-old lean brat who uses his prosecutor wife to cover up his track of skin trades. He has a gang that drugs homeless people, stealing their organs and selling them. "Wealth?" Carlos chuckled. "Wealth is never enough for a gentleman. We all at this table would agree with that fact." Another tear of laughter from them. Bastards. They are all dying tonight.

"I…I’ve always been loyal to the organization… I-I did my best… Spare me…” Deather threw back his head and laughed—a sound devoid of warmth or humanity. His laughter echoed through the room, sending an icy chill down Wong’s spine. It was a laugh that haunted anyone who had ever crossed the Don, a sound synonymous with doom in the shadowy world of Guiliano City. Deather ruled the Scarface Cartel with an iron fist, a notorious organization infamous for its chokehold on the city through drug trafficking, arms smuggling, extortion, and other illicit enterprises. Life and death were mere playthings to him, and tonight, Mr. Wong's life was hanging by a thread.

“Mr. Hayes doesn’t like delays.” “I—I’m working on it! I know the deadline has passed, but I will surely pay for this month,” Ava stammered, her mind racing for a solution. “Please, just give me more time.” The man sneered. “Time doesn’t pay the bills, sweetheart. Your daddy owes a lot of money, and we’re done waiting.” “Maybe we should sell off some of his good organs. That will pay the debt,” one of the jokes. Others chuckled at his joke that was not funny as the one talking to me walked closer to my parents.

With a sigh that felt like surrendering and rebelling all at once, she ordered one more shot. Tomorrow. She'd make her decision tomorrow after the tequila wore off and reason returned. But as she stepped out into the rain, she knew with unsettling clarity that Luca Ricci's card would burn a hole in her pocket until she called. Some offers, no matter how dangerous, were too tempting to ignore—especially when you had nothing left to lose. Except, perhaps, your soul. And Maya was beginning to wonder what the going rate for that might be.

Alessio I make my way over there. They look at me when I reach the door and I can tell straight away they were deep in conversation about something important. "Hey, guys." I keep the annoyance I still feel out of my voice. "What are you doing back here?" Zakh asks. "Better to work." "Trust me, it's not," Malik says. "What's happening?" "The short story is our dealer is dead." Zakh leans back and steeples his fingers.

Darcy’s family would fear Miru if the latter were not close to Darcy. Soon, Lefteria Group spread Miru’s message to the underworld. All eyes were on Dallas Moneylender for a response. Lefteria Group was the Lilyrose and Melrose underworld kingpin. On the other hand, Dallas Moneylender’s roots ran deep in organized crime. Sparks were bound to fly between both parties. Despite the long wait, Dallas Moneylender made no comment. Members of Dallas Moneylender kept to themselves throughout. Their passive reaction raised many eyebrows.

. Everyone used to be afraid of me and my gang because we never failed any mission and I was fucking proud of my team. But still, King didn't make me his loyal man. I was still his driver but I was his favorite fighter. All because of me he had won many deals, bets, gambling, and missions. He fucking earned a lot of money because of me. I was his diamond! I was a bloody talk and famous in the underworld. King gave me LUCIFER name when I fought against King's biggest rival in a fighting match and eventually won, leading King to rule over the dead Mafia's gang under him! Many Mafia used to gamble or bet their money or possessions over my fight. Some also used to bring fighters from all over th