Narcos Book Novels & Stories

Just watched as Nico fell deeper into the spiral. He left that night and returned to the bookstore. Begged with his eyes. Catalina didn’t speak. She handed him a list. Names. Addresses. Passwords. “Give me this,” she said. “Or I cut you off forever.” He didn’t hesitate. Because it wasn’t about power anymore. It was about addiction. ~~~~~ La Rosa Nera’s Leash By the time the fifth list came, he didn’t even wait for me to ask. He offered them.

A common scar as a code. The document opened. It was a slender, fragmented string of money, a series of digital crumbs Rico had nearly lost his life gathering. It was a hellbook, written in the sterile language of international banking. He spent hours verifying the data, navigating the tablet's rudimentary web browser onto the dark web through a series of anonymizing relays he set up, his fingers racing with speed born of desperation. He was a mapmaker of corruption, plotting a whirlpool of bewildering size.

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?"

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

Our moans filled the bathroom until we both reached heaven and it felt fucking awesome. After that quick escape in the bathroom, we fixed ourselves then we went straight to Ecstasy Café to meet his lawyer. He guided me toward the table where a masculine man was busy typing something on his laptop. "Attorney Elordi," Havoc spoke when we reached the man's table.

Then continued, "The Mafia Emperor's Addiction." "You are my addiction, little peach. You complete my life. I love you forever," He claimed me as I only belong to him. "I'm all yours only, Liam," I thought and started kissing him back. Our life is completed with our four kids, Pearl, Elliot, Eowyn and Evan. I wish God will fill our lives with prosperity, love and pleasure. ***** ***** ***** ***** ****** ~~~~~ THE END ~~~~~ ***** ***** ***** ***** ****** So here is the Epilogue, I hope you enjoyed the book while reading as I enjoyed writing it.

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Knowing that following him out of the hotel was useless, he was probably going to work or something, I decided to make good use of the opportunity that had presented itself before me. I was going to get into my man's room and prepare myself for him, with or without his permission. If he thought he could turn me down with my clothes on, let's see how he does without my clothes then. That was why I grabbed two glasses of malt from the bartender, slipping the drug into the guard's drink because the drug was going to make it foam, and since malt was already foamy, it was going to be the perfect disguise. “Here you go, monsieur Jean. A toast to beautiful bodies!”

André suddenly whispered softly in my ears, startling me a bit. I turned around to look up at him with a glare. He just looked down at me with a calm gaze. I was about to open my mouth to let out some really colorful words, before I saw him. I finally spotted El Narco. The latter had gotten even more fatter than the last time I saw him. He had a big cigarette in his mouth, as he eyed me creepily from the distance. He was surrounded by a couple, dangerous looking men in suits, all having a similar type of symbol sewn to their breast pocket. He gave me a malicious smile, noticing my lingering gaze and I gulped. He's actually here. From the looks of it, he still remembers the missing money. Who

Something told me this girl knew what she was doing, and she wasn't going to stop the until she'd finally broken me down. As if her cheating and lying weren't a sledgehammer enough. "So what do you plan to do?" I paused my rapid typing and thinned my eyes at the odd numbers on the screen of my monitor, heat rolling up my spine when the numbers failed to coincide. Just another person to die at the hands of the Cattanios, and this time, a thief who thought he'd get away with cooking books and stealing half a million from a mega sale of desomorphine, or better known as Krokodil.