The American Cartel : Dominique Jackson Saga (Dominique Jackson Saga Series 1)

On a frigid February morning in 2020:

At precisely 8:42 am, the city of Atlanta awoke to a world cloaked in icy silence. The sun’s feeble rays struggled to pierce through the heavy clouds, casting a bleak and desolate landscape. The air held a crisp chill, and an eerie sense of anticipation seemed to linger.

Dominique Jackson, an infamous figure in Atlanta’s criminal underworld, was about to reenter this world after serving 77 months in the Atlanta Federal Penitentiary for conspiracy. As he emerged from the prison’s towering gates, his steely eyes scanned the city that had been beyond his reach for over six years. Whispers of his impending release had already swept through the criminal network like wildfire.

As Dominique’s release neared, a palpable tension settled over the city. It wasn’t merely the return of a man to his kingdom; it was the prelude to a storm that threatened to uplift Atlanta’s criminal landscape. With the Car-done Crime Family from New York City circling like vultures, the city’s shadows held secrets and conspiracies deeper than anyone could fathom.

Dominique’s return was met with a mix of emotions. His family, a close-knit clan that had long held sway in Atlanta’s crime scene, eagerly awaited his comeback. But not everyone was thrilled about his return.

During his time behind bars, Dominique’s grip on Atlanta remained unyielding. Astonishingly, he still controlled 90% of the city’s cocaine and heroin trade. His name, synonymous with power and ruthlessness, was one that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who dared challenge it.

While the city anticipated Dominique’s return, there was another formidable force at play. Dominique’s younger brother, Trey “Nightmare” Jackson, manages a network of 100 trap houses through-out the city. The family’s influence was undeniable, Trey’s presence a menacing specter over the streets.

A few hours after his release, Dominique roamed the city’s streets, revisiting old haunts and familiar faces. But as he sat in his luxury vehicle neared a seemingly routine traffic stop, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him. Behind his vehicle, red and blue lights began to flash, bearing the insignias of both the Atlanta Police Department and the DEA.

The traffic stop itself appeared ordinary, yet the atmosphere was electric with tension, an unspoken threat that Dominique couldn’t ignore. Officers, their faces concealed behind dark sunglasses, approached his vehicle with an air of mystery. Then, unexpectedly, the day took a deadly turn. A barrage of gunfire erupted around his luxury truck, leading to an encounter that would send shockwaves throughout the city.

News of Dominique’s demise spread like wildfire, igniting chaos within Atlanta’s criminal underworld. The absence of a weapon in his car fueled speculation about the circumstances of his death. The ever-watchful FBI was drawn into the perplexing case, determined to uncover the truth.