Narcos Book Novels & Stories

He had encouraged it—demanded it—to keep them tethered to him. Nora fingers tapped a frantic rhythm. She paused, the blue light reflecting in her wide eyes. “Yes.” She pivoted the screen toward Robbin, pointing to a digital rap sheet. “These were the substances in her system after her arrest. It’s a list of heavy narcotics.” Robbin leaned in, her eyes scanning the clinical jargon. “Severe withdrawal symptoms... frequent hospitalizations for overdose. So that’s where she’s been. Chasing the ghost of a high while we were chasing the sun.”

"Why is she here?" "She's a part of our family." Carlo gritted. My eyes moved to him, a smirk stretching at the corner of my lips at the mess Ricardo made of him. Only a few minutes and my man beat him to a pulp. Weak, mouthy scumbag. "Your drugs contain narcotics.” Theresa snarled, “we know this, you know this. Would you rather take it off the market or should I involve the FBI?"

“Fine. I run a very profitable business. I own several condo properties and a nightclub, but that’s just the surface. I smuggle drugs into the U.S. using wine bottles.” He paused, letting his confession sink in. “I’ve killed more people than the number of seats that could fill in a football stadium. And I don’t regret any one of them.” “Drugs?” The words felt like ash in my mouth. “Heroin,” Nicholas replied, his voice devoid of emotion. The cold, hard facts sent a shiver down my spine. “The cartel owns 100 thousand acres of poppy fields. Ten kilos per harvest, equating to approximately 13,000 dollars. But that’s merely the tip of the iceberg. As you travel further in the US, the profits mult

He yelled and stood up. He walked to the window and whined down the blinds. The sun penetrated through, showing his full face. A scar ran down his face, a big faded cut on his cheek. He stood still, watching through the blinds. Who took it? Who had the guts to take my Containers? He yelped. Boss... please calm down, we'll get it back. Spider assured. Those containers were filled with 10 billion drugs readied to be smuggled to Russia. Do a clean job and bring it back, Spider.

“That’s where we differ, Nico. I prefer my women drugged up and willing, rather than sober and stupid.” They both laughed and clanked their glasses together with loud cheers. Nico was right when he suggested that I hadn’t seen all sides to him because never in a million years did I think he would use drugs. I was shocked to the core, even though there was a little voice inside my head saying, “Really? You’re shocked because the man who kidnapped and tortured you is using drugs? Get a clue girl and stop lying to yourself.” Mike casually leaned back in his seat. “So let’s talk business.”

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

The one where he was a patient, attentive caretaker for Evelyn, and the other, a ruthless strategist meticulously dismantling a man's empire. Nico, true to his word, had become Hunter’s eyes and ears in the city’s underbelly. The inside information began to pour in, a steady stream of data that was as valuable as it was dangerous. Nico’s texts and encrypted emails were a dark mosaic of James’s life: a hidden ledger detailing money laundering through a chain of seemingly legitimate restaurants, an address for a safe house in the hills, a list of associates with their own secrets, and the location of illegal shipments disguised as international exports.

I went to the living room and unplugged the flash drive from its port before slipping it into my pocket and leaving the house. The drive to Modesto was a long one but it was worth it. I was going to be back before morning anyway. Though it was going to make me really tired, I could crash at the cubicle tomorrow morning. Luciano was waiting for me when I arrived. Some of his men stood behind him with guns and as soon as he saw me, he walked towards me and I wound the glass down. "This would help you bring down the Don of the Dark Knight Mafia, Luciano. Can you make a copy and have it delivered to my address tomorrow night?"

What did I do? "You are under arrest for giving Ivan Conners unapproved drugs from your pharmaceutical company, for blackmailing Doctor William Levin, for bribing a US Open official and for sabotaging Carlos Ronaldo's match." The detective who came that day was Carlos' old ally, officer Baker. For all the help Carlos had given the law enforcement, detective Baker would not let Nolan get away. He turned to his men and ordered, "Arrest this sick bastard!"