Life Dealer Novels & Stories

I had to find a different dealer and they charged a hell of a lot more for the same product that wasn’t worth a shit. ******END OF FLASHBACK********* “Yea I remember, it was a pain in the ass to find another dealer.” “That was me, I offered him a whole new life. Different name. Different country, new house, money in an account for his new life.” He paused. “He is still alive. I just offered him a way out of the life he didn't want anymore and he took it. Many people including the police came to me wanting him out of the picture so they could move more drugs in and out without looking over their shoulder.”

"I had such a good time tonight. This is your compensation." Her smile was bright and innocent. As if she hadn't been the one feeding me to those men. Damien walked away with her on his arm. She murmured as they left, "Being a dealer must be so hard. Lucky I was born into a good family." I stared down at the card in my hand, something lodged in my throat. Yes. Being a dealer is hard. But even this job — I'd gotten on my knees and begged for it. Because the money here came fast.

I looked around there was a nice dinning room table and chairs and 2 gigantic safes in the corner. He looked at me trying to read me as I tried to take it all in, “Sorry about earlier, it’s just your not the type of girl to come around here. Mostly it's drug addicts or hookers who come around and I just wanted to make it clear your not up for grabs.” I nodded, then I needed to ask him, “Are you a drug dealer?” He nodded, “Yeah I have been since I was 14, it’s a adrenaline rush and everyday it’s a party. It’s sort of awesome, but it’s easy to lose track of time.”

Lucas nodded and his expression turned angry; he'd just about had enough, “What do I think? I think you are a drug dealer Mr. Rease.” “I have the best shit in L.A.” he boasted, missing the change in Lucas's expression. “I'd hoped so.” Lucas stood straight and stared down at the little stubby man. He was smiling but there was no amusement in his expression, “I dislike drug dealers, Mr. Rease. You, people, have small children manufacture this filth for you, then destroy them by selling to them on the streets.”

"I cleaned up his mess back then, and now he’s trying to bite me back. Tell me, doesn’t someone like that deserve to be dealt with?" "He does, he does!" a few people echoed. Eric tilted his head back and downed his drink, wiping his mouth afterward. "You know how much I made that night?" He held up three fingers. "Thirty grand." He grinned. "One night’s work. That idiot was lying in the hospital, thinking it was a real robbery. Hahaha…" The bald man asked, "So what was in that package anyway? Was it worth that much?" Eric leaned in closer, lowering his voice, but I still caught a few words. "Parts… imported… stripped from a vehicle…"

asked Keanu as he leaned his head out of the car window. "Well... Sir, there's something that's bothering me. The biggest mafia in the city hasn't been found yet and someone in a certain area lost his life, most of them were dealers. So we assume that there is a lot of dealing going on in our cities, smuggling and yes we are trying to find out who the big mafia is," the police officer replied. Keanu nodded and he broke out in a cold sweat. Of course the mafia in question was the Leopold family who were now controlled by Marteen who made many dealers lose their lives not because they couldn't pay what Marteen demanded but simply because they were incompetent and Marteen hated incompetent peop

He looked like someone’s bored nephew, earbuds in, staring at his phone. To anyone else, he was just killing time. To me, he was working. I clocked the signs. Lose laces for quick movement, red thread on his hoodie sleeve, right pocket weighted, gum wrapper tucked behind the bench leg as a signal. Low-level dealer. Probably running half an ounce at a time. “Wait here,” I told Roth. “Why?” “Because you look like an unhinged cop when you talk.” I approached the dealer, handed off the cash with a nod, and walked away with a sealed bag in my pants pocket. Easy transaction. No words.

"What is the meaning of this? You think by just" One of the bodyguards brought out his phone and showed him the video where he was exchanging drugs. Since he was a drug dealer. Lucas got scared that if they got out to the police that he would be doomed for life. "Me signing this doesn't mean you can go scot-free. You are not only mine on paper. It's either I have you or no one else.". "Just fucking sign them." She turned to the guards. "Any more words from him, don't hesitate to shoot off his brain." She said.

Ethan came to one of his family's malls to check their supplies in the underground section and meet with the leader at Tempa. It still surprised him how the Tempa region leader was both a drug dealer and a doctor at the same time. This was the biggest mall in town, and his family had owned it for years, but nobody knew about the underground section where all the drug and mafia operations were carried out. The Hades before him, his mother, and every Hades before her had used the mall's underground level for mafia activities. It was a tradition that the heir of the Leo family would become Hades, and this was how the Leos became so wealthy and powerful.

I said dismissing the topic. "Let's split up to cover more grounds " he suggested "Okay I'll call an ambulance " I said I brought out my phone and called a hospital. The ambulance is on the way. I opened the door and saw three dead bodies lying on the floor . A family, father , mother , and a kid that looks seven . The killer is a fucking bastard. I hope Zeke isn't the bastard or I won't hesitate to RIP him apart . I wore my gloves and checked their pulse and as expected they are dead .