Narcos Book Novels & Stories

“I need you and everyone on your team. Right now! You know where I am, come and collect from the people who owed you of your family’s life.” I glanced at one of the security cameras’ directions and nodded. I know somewhere Mister Nahart was watching and taking surveillance of everything that was happening in this place. I have told him about the plans I have agreed with the rest of the authorities from different branches. I had to contact different officers that have operations involving the criminals in this group as their specialties were various. Some were into narcotics. Some were into prostitution. Some were into gambling, human trafficking, selling human organs in the black market and

It's the stuff that always gets a lot of guys in trouble with the cops. The same stuff that makes all the broke thug boys millionaires. The stuff a lot of superstars take to get themselves fired up. This was SNOW! No wait. This was COCAINE. And there were hundreds of them lying around in the crates. Bistro snapped his fingers and two servants dressed in black tailored suits. They came marching towards us with four briefcases in their hands. Halting before me, they each opened their brief cases each and offered them at me. What my eyes saw made me caught my breath.

The clinical history of the old man having an ailing heart had also lived up to the bill. Ara slid his body back into the pilot cockpit of the Narco-Submarine and shut it close. The Narcotics-Submarine was also known as a drug-Sub. It was a type of customized Ocean-going self-propelled Submersible vessel built by drug traffickers to smuggle drugs. They were mostly used by drug-lords to export cocaine. The Narco-Submarines are difficult to detect visually or by Radar, Sonar and Infrared systems.

I gritted. "I do. Because i always got men. On the inside, on the outside. With the fbi and everywhere" He said. "I got my eyes everywhere and before anything is done, i'll know" He boasted whilst i sighed. His ego was very much attractive to me. And his voice had me even questioning my sexuality, i really had no idea how much i was into drugdealers and mafias. I immediately thought of adding that to my book as i typed it in my phone. I was still writing that and it might have been slower than i thought. But afterall, i was just in chapter four. There was some silence between us before he broke it—

He doesn't have much time anymore, he needs to take Valerie out of this place by all means. The door opens, Interrupting Haunter from his thoughts also Evander and Carlos. Martin arranged the coat in his well fitted body as he stepped in then sat on the chair that was meant for him. "How has everything been going? How much have we generated this week by selling narcos?" His deep voice echoed around the room, as his gaze brushed the three of them. "Over two hundred million dollars boss" Carlos was the one who replied why Haunter wasn't even paying any attention to the discussion.

Placing my reading glasses on my the bridge of my nose, i logged into my bank as i munched on the leftover pizza from yesterday. I had a little over $3000 with my savings included, i hoped this would be enough. I stood up to fetch my iron tablet in my bag that was in the room as i downed it before leaving the room. On getting to the sitting room where my laptop was opened, i had tried to attend to a consultation after checking my bank balance before going to fetch my medication. What i saw made me super scared, there were Four buff men in the sitting room, one was sitting close to my opened laptop and the others were pacing around aimlessly

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dad replied, “You had such a positive out look on life. I wanted you to have that happiness, instead of looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.” “Why did you tell Kent then?” I fumed. I can’t believe they’ve kept this secret from me. “Well, when Kent was 17 he was already in a gang,” dad sighed. “I didn’t know dad had a gang, until I made my first drug deal with his gang,” Kent admitted. “Okay,” I sighed, finally letting everything sink in. “We were just trying to protect you,” mom assured. “I understand that,” I breathed, “But who is Ken Walter, and why did you sell me to him.”

this time. Lifting the lid of the nearest one, she found stacks of neatly sealed bags. No logos. No smell. Pure white powder. Coke. Still Drew's brand, just packaged prettier now. The second crate held cash. Bundles wrapped in rubber bands. Easily over $100,000, maybe more. She didn’t take anything. Not yet. But she pulled out her old prison phone—a burner she’d traded for cigarettes inside—and snapped pictures. Boxes, bags, bills and evidence.

Mort eyed them brazenly. "Do you need more?" Mort asked Narco on the other line who still didn't hang up the call and patiently waited for him. "It's enough," Narco replied with a satisfying smirk while his eyes sparkled with a gold money sign after seeing his account filled with billions again. 'This warms up my withered soul,' he gazes fondly at the huge amount now on his account. Narco slap his face to get to his senses and was expecting the Boss to ask him something.