Narcos Book Novels & Stories

My lips pressed into a thin line, "It's an innocent coverup for something bad, isn't it?" He nodded, "Isn't it always like that," He answered and I sighed, my shoulders slumping down as I looked around me, feeling very bad for these people, who are being used as an image for some illegal work, "Drugs?" I asked, guessing and Nikolas nodded, "One of the things, yeah." I really hate this world of his...how can he handle it? Truth be told, he can't, or else he wouldn't be the mess he is today, "What type of drugs?" I asked, a bit curious as well.

“Four cylinders. Inceptex. Experimental. Brand new. One dose erases the last year memories. Clean. No trace. No side effects if dosed correctly. Perfect for… cleaning up loose ends.” The lead thug laughed—pleased, ugly. “Exactly what we need. The kid’s seen too much. Knows too many faces. If he talks when he wakes up…” The seller opened the metal suitcase—Nico heard the latches snap, the soft clink of glass cylinders. “Cash upfront,” the seller said. “Half now, half on delivery of the body.” Coins? No—paper. Bills rustling. “Deal,” the lead thug said. Nico’s stomach dropped.

He takes the drugs that the therapist prescribed him and he tries his every best not to think about anything that would trigger his past. Telling the consigliere and the capos to step down is a way of pulling away every support his father has. Little by little, he would take everything he cherishes. He would make sure that he gets to give him every taste of his own medicine and only then, will he die without regrets. XOXO I want to thank everyone that has been following up with my book, seeing you guys turn up, is a big encouragement for me... Do not forget to rate my book and also leave a comment. Thank you

I was not going there. “The Cartel send us a few goons to ask for their money. Their drugs and their money preferably.” Nico wiped his hair back with one hand as he got out of the bath. “We had a confrontation with them. I put them on ice. I still have to go back for a chat with the one still breathing.” He started drying himself while I gaped at him at a loss for words. “But… but…” “Yeah, I’ll need to pay Frank a visit.” Nico’s face turned grim as he said it and I knew that visit meant no good for Frank. First my father and now his accountant. Was this the beginning of the end for Nico? And what about us?

“I'd reached my limit. I'd squandered the final vestiges of my youth. And then I was given a new mission one day. I was summoned to their chamber and assigned a name. He was a businessman who lived on Lorth's seashore. He had a small business selling and trading locally produced goods such as leather and grains. But underlying it all, he was conducting a narcotics enterprise right under the Lorth government's nose. I was given a month to kill him and had to escape before I ran out of time. As a result, I purchased a bus ticket to Lorth. When I first arrived, it took me time to adjust to the extreme heat. I loaded up my belt with the vials of the options I needed and I set off. It was simple

There was literally just a bunch of girls in bras and shorts making cocaine. I think it was cocaine? Walking downstairs, I was hit with a nasty ass smell that invaded my senses. It causes my eyes to water and my nose to turn in disgust. Walking up to what seemed to be an office door, he unlocked it with a key and literally shoved me in there, before walking out and locking the door again. Glaring at the door, I looked around to see just a bunch of files. I decided to investigate. To my disappointment, it was just a bunch of orders and transactions, and I honestly just don't like maths; I decided to sit down in one of the chairs and wait for him to decide if he was going to kill me or not.