Narcos Book Novels & Stories

The dimly lit booth was as romantic as it possibly could be, with candles lit on the table. The waitress brought us 2 glasses of scotch and we ordered our meals. “I’ll have the classic Alfredo with truffles” Janice spoke. “The lobster please.” I told her. “So listen Janice… I really loved the past few days we’ve had together. And before whatever is going on between us gets any further, there’s something I have to tell you about my line of work.” I told her. “Now I understand if this changes how you feel about me, but I’ll cut the chase. Janice, I am the leader of the Los Grove Cartel.” Looking into her eyes to try and guess what she was thinking.

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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.

As Sherly's instincts kicked in, she turned swiftly, scanning the surroundings for any signs of surveillance. It was because she felt something would happen. With her instinct, she knows that everything will be out of its place. But before she could take action, she felt a chilling presence behind her, and a handkerchief laced with a potent drug was pressed against her face. Instinctively, Sherly attempted to resist, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But the drug quickly took hold, its effects washing over her like a tidal wave. Before she lost her consciousness, she tried to see who it was but failed.