Narcos Book Novels & Stories

Desire turned into a curse, not a choice but survival, until release was the only way the body remembered it was alive. I had sold it once, back when I was nothing more than Celestino’s errand boy. I saw what it did. Men begged for it, paid fortunes for it, knowing it would rot them inside out. They called it the “drug of emperors” because it left you drowning in fantasies, unable to tell whether you were f*cking, burning, or dying. By the time the high broke, you weren’t sure what you’d lost: your dignity, your sanity, or your soul. That was Nero’s Kiss. The mafia’s nightmare in a vial.

And that was something he refused to allow, no matter how deep this structure ran or how long it had been operating before he stepped into it. The city stretched out in front of him as the car moved through the quiet of the late evening, lights flickering across glass and steel, people living lives that had nothing to do with the kind of system he was now entangled in. It almost felt disconnected, like two worlds existing on top of each other without ever touching. One visible, predictable, driven by rules and transactions. The other hidden, structured in silence, moving pieces without ever showing its full shape. And somewhere between those two worlds, he and Thea had found themselves stand

He's selling drugs but he's not a user, only his men. He burst out in anger after knowing that his men failed to deliver his narcotics. The one million that should be in his hands at the moment suddenly gone because of his men. He knew some of his men are using secretly his narcotics. Some of them are in drugs and he's sure they did it again to satisfied their selves but Basil is not satisfied tonight because the P1 000,000 is gone. Mr. Chao already turned off their deal. "No one will talk?" he asked them.

I grinned, letting my hand out for him to shake. He nodded in agreement, and shook my hand. I’d sold ten children today. I knew that my partner in the mafia, Damon, had told me he was against human trafficking, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was a heartless prick. I’d do anything for money. And right now… Money was all I cared about. I needed lots of it, in order to take over Damon’s position in the business. Damon was just a means to an end. As soon as I’d learnt all the strategies off him and explained them to the Juarez cartel, we were going to take Damon out.

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’s not as sincere as he seems!” With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, Connor examined the file, which detailed the gruesome specifics of his heinous crimes and the murders linked to him. “Did you find anything?” “He is involved in the narcotics trade. He has a crew of capos and team leaders who oversee the soldiers. Thirty men in total, all the way down to the foot soldiers. It appears that he plans to make sweeping changes to the organization once he takes over from his father. I also believe he had a hand in a Chicago warehouse blast!”

“I came for answers.” He leaned back, feigning casual boredom. “You’re always too late for those.” “Cut the bullshit,” I snapped. “There’s a new drug ring in the city, and I found a stash. One of your old clients was there. I know you were involved before. I want to know who’s still active.” He smirked. “Still clinging to your little morality arc, huh? You really think you’re some hero now? Didn’t you use to take the same cocaine you are looking down your nose at?”

Suddenly his mouth was dry at the thought of what he was about to do. After Nic drained the glass he walked over to the sofa and sat down. It wasn't really a comfortable couch, but what the hell. He wiped his hand down his face and sat staring at the blank TV. He turned to Veronica and watched her as she sat down on the opposite end of the couch. "I...," Nic started, then stopped. He reached into the inside pocket of his coat, pulled out a book and handed it to Veronica. Veronica looked down at the book. '100 Greatest Love Poems of All Time', her book that she couldn't find after her heart had been smashed into a million pieces by him.

************** Chapter 1: Desperation I rushed through the crowded streets, my heels clicking on the wet pavement. Another late night, another shift at the diner. My uncle's debt was suffocating us, and I was running out of options. "Ari, you're late again," Martha, my coworker, said as I burst through the diner's door. "Sorry, Martha. Traffic," I lied, grabbing my apron. The night blurred together—endless orders, tired smiles, and pocket change tips. As the clock struck midnight, I counted my meagre earnings. Not enough. Never enough.

The operation still waited for us like a blade balanced on its edge. But with Nico warm against my side and his small hand clutching my shirt whenever the story got tense, the noise in my head eased but not gone, just quiet. Peaceful enough to hurt. When I finished the last page, Nico looked up at me with heavy eyes. “Again.” “Absolutely not.” “One more.” “You are running a criminal enterprise.” He yawned. “Please.” So I read another. By the time that one ended, his breathing had gone slow and even. He was asleep with his cheek pressed to my side and the book half-open across my lap.