Trust Is A deadly Game

A serialized Novel based in one of the smallest and poorest cities in America. An Organizations account of events that challenges each characters existence, honor, and loyalty in a place of ultimate retribution. The Hispanic American drug market where anybody is a victim and every head has a price, where trust has no friends and most friends have no trust. Trust is a Deadly Game is a story of betrayal, serial murder, decapitation, cruel torture, rape, drugs and Political corruption. A look into the underworld of Spanish organized crime. From the overseas Cartels, to the American drug dealers' dream all for the power of The Almighty Dollar. A walk through the Shadow of The Valley of Death. Uncut and Raw! This story is guarantee to have the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, chills down your spine... a page tuner from beginning to end.


Three wise men founded this empire: Sam, Will, and O-Dawg. They had the reputation and brains to build a multi-million dollar drug empire. They were later marked by the Feds as the biggest drug distribution ring in the tri-state area, with power ranging to Puerto Rico and other Latino countries. The business and political connections, manpower, and money were the glue that held together this mob-like structure. These wise guys held ranks within the organization, and they always paired the hierarchal order with a lump sum of cash. They took all possible measures to protect their operation from snitches, informants, and anyone with bad intentions; only close friends and associates were the ones recruited to join the journey to wealth. Men who were not afraid to lay a body down and put money before all else were the chosen ones. With business associates to launder the dirty drug money and the mayor's office as an overseer, they managed to move tons of kilos of cocaine annually.
Sam was the brains behind the whole operation-the headman in charge. The cocaine would arrive from overseas on boat before being dropped off at a secluded spot in the Delaware River, near the city of Camden, NJ. Some men working the operation were trained to scuba dive and would arrive at dawn on certain days to begin the long process of retrieving the cocaine from the dark, murky waters. The drugs would then be transported to a stash house. Where they would be weighed, cut, and bagged by a different group of men. The drug processing would sometimes take days; the fellas took turns in two, 12-hour shifts. The way the money was rolling in low-level drug pushers were balling. Almost drug kingpins themselves, they were raking in close to seven grand apiece per shift.
Fast-forward twelve years into this very lucrative business, Sam, the H.N.I.C., has been thinking of retiring to ravish the benefits of a wealthy life. Juice, a respected and feared drug lord in Puerto Rico, wants to expand his trade into the United States in hopes of liv...