Narcos Book Novels & Stories

Stylishly, I got out of the elevator and grinned at the beautiful sight of the bags of cocaine which lay on shelves, well packaged and ready to be distributed. At once, the once noisy hall filled with the sweaty bodies of men and women working seemed to go silent. Heads turned, glances were stolen, and the silence remained, like a huge rock that had lodged itself into the earth. My hand in my pocket, I walked slowly and confidently until I was at the first table, where a young woman who had on goggles and a bald headed man were working on packaging the cocaine smeared on the table effectively. “This is good, Nancy.” Shocked at the fact that I knew her name, she raised an eyebrow, then smiled

He chuckled. "This isn't really your first attempt on my life, but it has gotten quite annoying, I must admit." The man before me was some kind of pharmacist, who specialized in making narcotics and other illegal drugs. He was well known for his work, and was a wanted criminal. Aurora and I had been tracking him for months, till we finally ran into him. We weren't prepared, and were grossly outnumbered, causing Aurora to flee the scene, while I bought her some time.

Turning back to the wrought-iron railing, Sienna looked out over the glowing city, watching the headlights crawl across the congested freeways. "We acquire a significant quantity of highly illegal, unprescribed narcotics," Sienna outlined, her voice completely calm, dictating the destruction of a teenager's life like she was ordering a coffee. "Oxycodone. Fentanyl. Something with catastrophic federal sentencing guidelines. We pack it into a heavy duffel bag." Harper clapped a hand over her mouth, a muffled gasp escaping her lips. "Federal trafficking."

It was a trophy. Rodrigo Cárdenas always kept something from the men he defeated. A watch, a ring, a knife... a human head in a jar. Now, apparently, cigars. He admired them the way ordinary people admired family photographs. “I’ve been saving this one,” he continued. His eyes danced over the cigar, feeling too proud of the way he'd obtained it. “I can’t imagine why," I uttered sarcastically, my feet shaking with impatience. He looked at me. “They improve with age," he replied with a shrug. He continued rolling the cigar between his fingers. “I heard you wiped out the Moretti operation near the coast.”

Shameless! A gut feeling of irritation rose in my belly and I hissed. I saw a big black book on the top of the drawer and I opened it. What I saw in it left me mouth agape and wide-eyed. Though I didn't understand what was written in it, the few I could grasp were shocking. Massimo vends drugs too? He doesn't just use them, he sells them as well. He even owns the largest drug shipment in New York. Heard about it a dozen times. This is why they call him dangerous.

He went silent, my words sinking in. Finally, he leaned back and sighed. “I know a nurse. Works intake at the prison. If we slip the right substances into his next checkup, it’ll look like he’s running drugs.” “That’ll be enough?” “With the right records, he won’t see daylight for another ten years.” I hesitated, nausea swirling in my gut. It was ugly. Unethical. But clean hands didn’t survive in my world. I have put my hands on the plough turning back won't be an option at this point

smiled Narciso. “Let me go, let me go,” struggled Renata. “You are not going to come peacefully, are you?” asked Narciso and he looked at his men. His men threw him a syringe and without wasting any time, Narciso plunged that injection into Renata’s neck. “What? What was that?” shouted Renata. “You will know soon enough,” Narciso patted Renata’s cheek to make his point. Soon the effect of the injection overtook Renata’s senses and her eyes started drooping. She was now under the influence of a drug.

After all, it is my future husband that showed up at home drunk and maybe drugged, and I have no fucking clue of what is going on. “Any ideas what could’ve been?”, she asks, and he shrugs. “If he’s gone back there, Heroin was his go-to,” Theo says, and I hug my body with my arms and watch as the doctor performs a full-on body inspection and checks his vital signs. I watch closely, trying to figure out what Andrea said to him to make him do this. I shake my head, and I walk to the door, determined to find that bitch and ask her what the fuck happened.

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

The doctor confirmed that the drug was a narcotic and prolonged use of it was very harmful, that week was indeed crucial as Michael Deloux wakes up screaming for Marcella and asking for the drugs, he was always agitated and throws things when not given, Derek had flushed all the drugs down the toilet and it hurts to see his father crying like a child while seeing for his dose, Marcella would rot in jail, he promised, "dad you have to be strong, you'll overcome this I promise" but his father wasn't getting stronger, instead, he was gradually fading, he had no choice than to take him to a rehab facility. His father screamed at him, cursing him when he was being taken away, tears flowed down Ka