Narcos Book Novels & Stories

‘I’m so sorry but I do not know who you are’ She whispered at him and saw him frown at her, she blinked at the concern on his face then looked away embarrassed at her lack of professionalism. She did not know the young man was a Consultant, the youngest ever promoted to such a rank in the USA, and that was why she was interviewing him. He was a specialist in Narcotics and had just joined the CIA as their Chief of Operations, he had achieved this success with hard work and sacrifice. He had done it because both his parents had been murdered by drug barons, they had been police officers and taken out when they uncovered and exposed a Cartel. The Columbians had received life in prison but not b

“We’re still attempting to understand where the drugs fit into the whole equation. I don’t believe Hector’s smarts cover creating a complex formula for addictive substances. Someone is calling the shots with him. NARC wants that person.” “So, Hector will get away with this? He’s a monster.” “Oh, he sealed his fate the day he abandoned his pack. What he took from the pack of his personal use is against the law. The neglect of the pack is another unacceptable transgression. Then there’s the pit of human body parts? The drugs? NARC won’t let him out again. Or he’ll be dead after they announced the ruling. I’m sorry.” “You’re sorry? What are you sorry for? I understood that already. I didn’t bel

she asked quietly. Rico plodded to the bed and dropped his butt onto it. He patted the bed by his side. “Come sit here, Natasha.” Natasha moved over, sat down beside him, and he crossed his right hand around her, drew her close, and sighed. “I'm sorry I never told you, darling, but this is top secret. Some three months ago, the U.S Justice Department, created a special bureau. They called it Bureau for Narcotics; a special division. Its unit comprises folks who'd rather bring a man down than take a dollar from him, and elevate their miserable financial status. I saw the red light when it was already too late. They were onto me. I got my lawyer to talk to them. Strike a deal with them. I'd pl

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Sold to Diaz Cartel . Chapter 42: beauty, lust personified . Grabbing another one of the pills resting in her hand, Althea places the drug on her tongue, ready to get high. The blonde is about to swallow the drug in her mouth when a punch to the stomach forces her to spit it. She falls to the floor, grabbing her middle in pain while trying to get some air in her lungs. Althea lifts her gaze just in time to see Diaz walking past her. The brunette grabs Harley by the hair with no warning, and smashes his head against the floor.

The men Sal warned me never to make eye contact with. Nikos wasn't gambling. He wasn't losing money at the track or the tables. He was selling. He was selling club secrets. Routes. Shipment times. Names. "You bastard," I whisper. The words scrape my throat. I stare at the book, my hands shaking so hard the pages blur. He wasn't a victim of his addiction. He was a traitor. Every time he came home with a split lip and a sob story about bad luck, he was lying. Every time he let Drakon pay for our groceries, he was stabbing him in the back.

I didn't say that, I only said he isn't close to me, call him in an hour" Neil replied and hung up. Neil got into his car, "Where the heck are you Nich?" he sighed and drove off. ****"* Mr. Escobar P.O.V. I got to the eleventh shelf and counted from up, down to the third row, I counted the eighth book on the row and reached for it. I pulled it out of the shelf but felt a force at the other end of the book, I looked well and saw the hands of someone on the other side of the book. "I took the book first," I said to the lady at the other side of the shelf, who was also holding on to the other end. "Liar, I grabbed it first" the lady replied. "No you didn't, I did" Mr. Escobar protested

I said, leading him onto the patio. As soon as we walked out onto the patio, Aida served us the most expensive whiskey. Fabrizio joined us, but he was more withdrawn. I always wanted to make my uncle proud and now I had the chance. The stakes were crazy high, and I knew this moment could make or break me in the cartel. “Uncle,” I started in a cool, low voice. “I’m honored to have this opportunity to update you on our latest deal. We’ve successfully expanded our operations into the narcotics market in the southeastern region. Our impact has skyrocketed and the profits have been insane.”

Nicole's brows knit tight. Seriously… What was wrong with this guy? She had been too far away during the execution to see Luke's face clearly in her past life, but the official report had laid it all out. He was a mixed-race drug trafficker who got his start up north, then smuggled product across the border and landed on the most-wanted list. It was enough to put him away for life, several times over. He had been on the run ever since.

Camilla just silently listened even though her blood was still boiling inside her head. "Until finally ...." Kairav started to get to the main point, just like in a story this is the climax of the story. "I heard from my business colleagues from the Middle East that they mentioned a conspiracy to expand the narcotics business chain in the USA and South America by removing various obstacles and threats," explained the man, at length he realized that his language now sounded a little like a businessman who was discussing. He was dealing with Camilla, whose emotions were dominant.