Drugmule Stories

The gripping story centers around a nineteen-year-old drug mule from Detroit named Kareem Chestnut, who is blackmailed into being the bait in an undercover FBI operation to catch a mysterious killer targeting African-American boys of an affluent Missouri high school. Being a victim of his environment, sixteen-year-old Kareem Chestnut, a street-smart orphan of vile and crime-infested Citizen, Detroit, had no choice but to become a drug mule to survive. And he was comfortably trapped in his bubble until one fateful night, agents in black unexpectedly burst into his life, threatening him with shocking charges, including murder, which could potentially imprison him for life. However, to his bafflement, no cuffs are flaunted. Because apparently, a mysterious killer with a depraved blood lust for African-American high school boys on the cusp of adulthood is lurking freely in a distant Missouri town, and the hunters are about to enroll Kareem as bait to lure the predator out of plain sight.

Marissa, age 30 is a farm girl who has been forced to be a drug mule for the past three years. The Cartel has rendered her unable to walk without crutches. Though she hates what she is doing with every ounce of her being, she feels she has no choice but to co-operate with them in order to protect her family. She looks upon a diagnosis of cancer as her ticket out. Braxton is the psychologist that Marissa's oncologist has referred her to for a competency declaration. At the last minute, she changes her mind and refuses to be his patient. He takes an interest in her and when she needs surgery for a broken wrist and cannot manage on her own, he takes her home for a couple weeks. When his parents are in an accident and he has to go to them, the Cartel transfers her to another state and forbids any contact with Braxton. She misses him more than she'd thought she would. Will she get out and if she does, what happens afterward? Will she ever see Braxton again? Cover by ZZZenayay *Note: I write in Canadian English, which is a mixture of British and American English, so if you are American, some of my spelling and punctuation may seem off to you, but it's not. :) If I really do make a booboo, please let me know so I can correct it.

What are you scared of? ©blueandivy

It's just a game... It's just a game... It's just a game... Those are the only four words running through Rama's head as the man before him lifts a gun to his head, the sliver barrel resting carefully against his forehead. It's just a game. Yama cocks the gun. It's just a game... But that doesn't mean it isn't painful.