Director to Drug Lord

By DS Ghai

This debut novella is sure to keep readers on the edge of their seat. An everyday family man and legitimate business owner becomes obsessed with the shadowy world of narcotics and the financial rewards that can be made from trading in drugs. He begins to dabble and suddenly finds himself embroiled with some of the most vicious gangsters and ruthless killers imaginable, as he turns from businessman to drug lord

• Language: English
• Publisher: DS Ghai
• Release date: Jun 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201745837

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Director to Drug Lord

CHAPTER ONE

As he crept silently into the dimly lit, smoke filled room, three men were sat laughing and playing cards at a small table. Puffing away on Cuban cigars, and washing down the bitter taste with whisky, this trio were very much in the zone. Piles of money, notes, and chips alongside three Beretta hand guns, sat beside each other the table.

‘Good evening gentleman, don’t make a fucking move or I’ll blow your heads off’ the man said to the seated group.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ Said one of the group standing up and reaching for his Beretta. Within moments, a volley of bullets from an old fashioned sterling sub-machine gun crashed into each of the skulls of each one of the card players, blood and brain matter spattered across the card table. The mens dead bodies slumped into it.

‘Who the fuck am I? The man said laughing. ‘I’m fucking God, that’s who I am, I have the power over life and death. I am Pablo Escobar, that’s who I am you pieces of trash’ added the killer gathering up the cash from the table.

‘You fuck with my business and I fuck with your heads. That’s my message, okay boys. Thanks for the spending money, I’ll treat myself  to something nice with this?’ Escobar left.

Danny Mitchell was sat watching the latest instalment of a television documentary about Drug Barons. His jaw dropped at the sheer arrogance of the scene (it wasn’t live, just a very good television re-enactment) he’d just witnessed, of Pablo Escobar executing three fairly minor players dabbling with the profits of his drug empire.

Danny, was thirty-six years old, a married man, and a confident businessman. In the last eight years, he had successfully built and owned a company that imported latex rubber bands from India, primarily to the United Kingdom, but more recently, orders were being taken from a more global market. With a slight trace of Indian ancestry, he was very much more English in blood line. An athletic looking handsome man, he wore a stubbly beard and his muscular frame stood at 6 feet tall. His father was from Mouli, a tiny village in the Punjab, India.  Danny had only visited there once, in his childhood years. His mother was British, born in Leicester, England.

He was married to Penny, who was three years his junior. A pretty, dark-haired girl. He had known her since primary school, when his first real show of affection towards her had been to throw an unpeeled orange at her head. Penny liked to keep herself fit and visited the local gym each morning. She was solidly behind her husband in each of his business and life endeavours. As such, she kept Danny grounded and focused on the positive aspects of life, the basics were important, sharing, loving, caring, and being married to your perfect partner and best friend. 

His business life often frustrated him, he wanted to provide his family with a healthy and wealthy lifestyle, giving them the freedom to do as they wished. Yet, running a business as he did, was often difficult, as there were too many middlemen, too many expenses and too many additional costs. All of which cut drastically into company profits. Yes, he was making good money, but he wanted more, he wanted great money.

It was early evening, as Danny leaned back on the sofa in the living room of his three bedroomed semi-detached home in Leicester. He sat excitedly watching a true crime documentary on his large TV screen. Danny had been hooked by a programme that aired every Tuesday evening on drug smuggling.  The immorality and criminal dangers were so far removed from his every-day life and totally opposite to his own personality type, that it made Penny laugh at his excited behaviour whenever the programme was on.

Are you watching that stupid programme again asked, Penny, from the doorway of the living room. Danny briefly turned to face her and laughed. Yeah, course I am, I love it. The poor guys are only trying to make a living. I know it’s not an honest career, but...

What! Exclaimed Penny.

‘You are talking about the likes of Pablo Escobar here, Danny. You do know what he was like don’t you? He’s not somebody to revere, or look up to, neither are those who follow in his footsteps. That guy killed innocent people, he wrecked lives and families by forcing drug addiction onto them. He was as bent and corrupt as they come. I don’t know how you can even think that he’s only trying to make a living, not under any circumstances! He was evil." she said disapprovingly.

Danny grimaced, he knew she was right, but something inside him had been stirred. As he looked on at the television, the drug baron’s lifestyles and business practices gradually unfolded. They were without conscience, yet, he felt oddly inspired, he believed that in life, he deserved and could do better – much better.

The more he followed the programme, week after week, the greater his interest increased. He had even started reading online commentary about Escobar and his criminal associates activities. The insight he drew from this darker side of society and humanity, in particular the illegal drugs trade, was becoming an obsession with him. He revelled at the level of Escobar’s cunning and intricate business planning, especially in moving the drugs around the globe and identifying supply and demand across the world. Such level of detail motivated Danny’s imagination, as he contemplated how, if a supplier could be found, the drugs could be brought into the UK from overseas in bulk, and sold to a British or European market? 

It was nothing but playful thinking, yet Danny didn’t simply dismiss it, he considered many aspects of such an operation, such as how the drugs could be shipped to the UK without the product being exposed? How could such a cargo avoid customs? Then there were the well-trained sniffer dogs?!!! Surely these animals could not be easily deceived?

He was a problem solver and in his hypothetical mind, as he watched each show, he would imagine how it could work logistically and physically if he controlled the entire operation. If the figures being quoted on television were to be believed, or even remotely accurate, large scale drug