Life Dealer Novels & Stories

"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.

"A better deal than we had with the Vincenzos. That’s all we’re asking for." Connor Marian was a well-known name in certain circles, an Irish drug dealer who had built his empire in the States, distributing for l'signor Della Notte. He was a man who had seen decades of deals, betrayals, and bloodshed. Beside him sat his son, Cillian Marian, a younger, far more dangerous version of his father.

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.

"There was a new case today, another overdose, this time, a lion shifter, one of the kids that hung out at the club." I swore loudly and fluently and my frustration racked up a notch. "Have we found anything new about the possible dealer?" "Yeah, but it's not a solid lead, more like a rumor that the dealer is a woman and she most likely isn't from around here." "Do you have a name?" Blake shook his head. "It was hard getting out that much info in the first place, but the guys are hopeful to get something more soon." "It can't be soon enough if people have started dying." I muttered, too keyed up. I needed to release some tension before I gave myself a heart attack. "Tell Jace to step up the

He quickly said, “Uncles, elders, we don’t need to stand against the city council. Just send someone into the detention center and kill Kaze Lee. We can also set an example to the other factions in the underworld.” “Oh? Good idea. Who should we send? Who else in Lefteria Group has such capabilities?” Everyone pondered. Leo chuckled and said, “Have you guys forgotten about the strongest in Lefteria Gang and the top killer of Sunrise City?” “You mean Jeremiah Reaper, the Grim Reaper? I thought he was living in seclusion in some monastery?” The elders were surprised by Leo’s suggestion. As elders of the gang and now board members of the company, they feared the man known as the Grim Reaper.

. 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

Zephyra It is a dark and humid night here in the City of Mexico and I am dealing with one of the small-time drug dealers, that we leant a large sum of money to, we gave him six months to pay us back the money; it will now be going onto a year, we have sent some of our, let me see… how can I say this? Our “passive” negotiators to allow him to pay in instalments, which he has not kept to and that is why I am here instead of being out with my friends and having a ball of a time on a Friday night. My men were waiting in the Jeep and I was here on my own; the drug dealer was a short middle-aged man, with slight stubble on his face and a bald patch on his head, he had a gold ring for every finger,