Blood and Lead

Blood and Lead

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'They pay in blood, I pay in lead.' Therv dust runs the world and the Mid Sea cartels run Therv. The Great Five Cartels are locked in an eternal stalement, where none is strong enough to wipe the rest out. But soon a massive shift in the balance of power is made, and the Great Five Cartels arm themselves and plunge the archipelago into a bloody war. From across the sea, Nehadon watches in horror as the great clans and houses of Ashae tear the Sultanate apart in a bloody war of succession. He then watches in bewilderment when they put into power an incompetent pencil pusher bureaucrat as Sultan. He watches in dread as the Radagan Horde continue to amass strength and numbers threaten their borders. He watches in disbelief as his new sultan instead chooses to wage a useless war against their allies. He watches with great interest the growing wealth of the cartels and it becomes all too clear to him what he must do. In order to save his nation from the horde, he must seize the wealth of the Mid Sea and use it to overthrow the Sultan. From the City of Montez, Laia Carmina is left broken, disfigured and widowed by the chaos of the drug war. Thrown from her pedastal and robbed of her inheritance, all seemed lost for her. But soon she comes into a power that not many in the Mid Sea possess, and she then embarks on a journey to claim what was stolen from her. From the Mid Sea, hails a tale of war and tumult. A tale of drugs and fortune. A tale of vengeance and resentment. A tale of ambition and valour. A tale of men and women that have been plunged into a world they never knew of nor learned to live in. And if they were to survive in said world, it is up to them to turn the tale into one of Blood and Lead.
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𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said, stroking my face, "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your ol

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