Life Dealer Novels & Stories

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,

"Oh my god, Trent...that's so messed up." Trent just sighed heavily, spinning the ball in a lazy arc. "That's just how my dad operates, Ella. He wasn't ever really serious about it before when Mr. Stewart was around. But now...now I'm the only one left to carry out his dirty work." "But why can't your dad do his own dirty work? Why does he need you to get involved in his shady dealings?" "You don't know my dad," Trent said, anger creeping into his voice. "He makes sure he never gets his hands dirty, so he resorts to using others as pawns to do his bidding even his family."

When you're bleeding in the water, the sharks always come. That night, I watched a live feed of Leo's latest "business deal." He was on his knees in a grimy alley, begging a two-bit drug dealer for a loan. A thousand dollars. "Please, man, I'm good for it!" Leo's voice was a ragged whisper. "I'm a Moretti—" "You're ex-Moretti," the dealer sneered, kicking a boot into his ribs. "You're nobody." Leo surged up, grabbing the dealer's jacket. "You don't talk to me—"

With his power in the government, he can easily cover up his illegal activities and dirty businesses from all over the globe "Me too. I can't wait for their demise. I want them dead. All of them. I want to take over the number one spot as a gun dealer in the mafia port." Don Gunner 40, Pyro clan leader. A reputable gun dealer and the third supplier of weapons to the Underground. "I want to see their head on my collection." Don Juno, Crane clan leader. A drug Lord and number one supplier on the surface.

MICHAEL'S POV. I sat quietly on the couch shaking the glass of wine in my hand, my mind still clouded with guilt. I still couldn't believe Allen talked me into this evil act, it wasn't because I was righteous, I was the complete opposite. My name was Micheal but I was known among the billionaires as “The drug devil”. I was a drug dealer, one that you shouldn't mess with…one that valued money more than family. I was someone who sent shivers through people's spine, there was no single person that crossed me and never lived.

The car dealer never expected he was going to start the day with this huge deal. “Who's this guy that comes in here at the break of dawn to buy a BMW? What does he do for a living? I'm certain he's one of those drug dealers who disguise themselves as business tycoons. Carrillo's going to agree to us robbing him, I'll confirm that once the deal is done.” The car dealer’s thoughts as he tried to make the price doubled since there are no price tags because the system hasn't been rebooted. “That's three hundred grand.” He sighed, Jason knew he was lying.

RedBayne. “Despite his rough exterior, you’ll never persuade him to kill a woman or child. Not for any amount of coin. In-fact, he may kill you just for asking.” He added. “But that one…” He twisted to point at the Death Dealer seated across from the royalty. “He doesn’t discriminate.” Dimurah frowned. Eyeing the Death Dealer as she took in his words. “She likely has a sister or daughter she wants dead. Possibly an unlucky lover” “What does it matter to you?” Dimurah asked.

“Now listen: you sold children, you beat them up, starve them, and you blame someone else for your crimes? I came here tonight to access both of you, turns out you're an even bigger ass than I thought. You tried to take advantage of me, thinking I'm some weakling, look where that got you. Give me one reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out right here like your friend over there?” “I will pay you, please just let me go” he begged, blood pouring from his nose profusely. “Wrong answer” “Who are you?” he questions, looking at me with fear and emotion I can't decipher. “The Death Dealer” His face pales at my answer, I pull the trigger and fire him multiple times, and his lifeless body drops w

Luckily, Sam Zimmer, my friend, introduced that online card game app to me. Remembering that, I immediately texted him to thank him. He texted me back very fast. [Don’t just play the game. Didn’t you want to enjoy some more fun? Isn’t the woman in there pretty? Listen. These ladies are real. They’re working at a casino in Ekamore. You can message them privately. If you’re lucky, you’ll get to romance them.] The message moved me as I glanced at the beautiful female dealer on the screen. She wore a deep-V black dress, exposing a large part of her upper body. She had a perfect figure. Her body bewitched me. She had a small, delicate face. Moreover, she had seductively placed her curly hair on o

He looked at the dealer for a while and back at me. "I give you what you want, please take her and leave" the dealer begged. Shit! What in the low-budget horror movie is happening to me?