El Diablo In Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

His eyes met mine and I could see the same shade of blue in them as Seraphine's. "You dare interfere in the Valli's family business?" I almost let out a bitter laughter at his words. "I don't recall Dante being a Valli." I spat coldly. "I'm here for him." El Diablo's eyes darkened, his gaze narrowing on me. "My men will kill you where you stand, woman." He threatened with a hiss. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Dante quickly pulled out his own gun, aiming it at El Diablo. "Don't forget about me." He said, a wicked but faint smile curling his lips.

My mind raced for options as waves crashed in the distance below, if he dropped her she would certainly die. Dante smirked as his blade glinted. “Drop the gun or watch her fall. It’s your choice, Diavolo.” Trusting him ranked as suicide, given his history of betrayal. But Elena’s sobs grew desperate as she shook her head pleadingly. I signaled Matteo subtly with a glance—for the men to circle wide under cover of darkness. “Alright,” I said. “You win this round.” I lowered the weapon slowly, hands raised, and tossed it toward his feet. It clattered on rocky ground.

"Apologize? For what? Leo died because he was stubborn and corrupted, just like the rest of you. He was a broken tool that snapped when the pressure got too high. I didn't kill him. His own monstrous biology and his foolish choices killed him." BANG. The sound was deafening inside the concrete basement. Dante didn't hesitate. He pulled his gun and drove a bullet straight into Elias’s heart. The force of the shot knocked Elias backward, his leather chair spinning slightly as he slumped against the armrest. The white ceramic cup on the desk rattled against the wood, tipping over and spilling the pale brown tea across the keyboard. I gasped, taking a step back as smoke curled from the barrel of

Diego El Diablo; her former boss and the father of her child. She staggered back, mouth dropping open as the man who was still as beautiful as ever stepped forward, hands outstretched. "Estella," his mouth curled up into a smile, "Long time no see."

He smelled of mold and mildew. "Heathen slut, one of the pleasure women of Freida – what is this sorcery?" Eleleth spat, taking a Sicario dagger from his hands, like his infamous first disciple Jude, and plunging towards my vision – my delusion – of my lost love. "Yolanda, no!" I screamed, taking my sword and plunging it through Eleleth's neck. He was slain on my sword, roaring like a bullwhip, and then he decreed:

"Who else?" "Oh, Diablo gathered the Gun Bros, who you know as Dennis and Daniel, the Download, who you know as Gustavo, and taught the internet tricks to Crusher's brother, and all the others in the cellblock that you probably already know, but that you know by nicknames; you arrested everyone, right, Flavvy? That's what unites this crew! And that's why Crusher went to the cellblock after he had a falling out with Big Lock, that hottie! That's how Diablo recruits in there, he looks for people you arrested."

Dad asked, shaking his head in question. “You are not the only enemies of the prick D’Angelo. He has killed both my parents who were assigned to initially keep the Eye protected. Somehow, Mattia, his sly dog was the keeper, and that resulted in Eva and Leonardo becoming keepers. Now, as much as I wanted to kill the man, the two brothers stopped me” Alpha Sebastian said, making dad frown. “His blood is yours to take, Alessandro” Dante said, smiling at him “you deserve to see his life leaving his eyes more than anyone ever has…”

I was slapped, spat on, and destroyed, every time he thinks I am failing him. “I am not your slave anymore, Signor Eldifonso. Remember that I ended Eldifonso Suarez’s life already. Your puppet and slave died already. And all you should do is to grieve for him. Sto calling me-“ “No reason to stop calling you, asshole. Maybe you are successful in killing him in the yes of the public removing his name, but don’t you ever forget who played the role of Eldifonso Suarez. And I will get easy on you, Eli Madrigal. I mean, Eldifonso Magdrigal.”

But Damian pressed a thumb to his cheek, tilting his face up. “Look at me,” Damian commanded. His eyes were molten fire. “Not them. Not the shadows. Not the voice. Only me.” Eli met his gaze and felt his chest unclench. The Tower’s illusions flickered and faltered, shadows retreating as Damian’s control grounded him. The whispers turned into frustrated hisses, failing to manipulate him further. Another wave of Omega Unit operatives advanced, this time blending physical assault with psychological triggers. They aimed to overwhelm him with both reality and hallucination. But Eli’s senses, now sharpened and anchored, detected each subtle movement. He struck preemptively, every action guided by

If he gets even the faintest idea that she is here, she’s dead. I scroll to the driver’s number and text quickly. Me: Don’t bring Lucy home yet. Take her anywhere of her choosing. “Answer me, Chase! What is the matter with you?” Dad thunders. Lazily, I lift my eyes from the screen. “What answer do you want, Dad?” I ask casually. “I already told you. El Diablo had intel about the drop. His men came. Shot at us. We barely survived. Made it out alive.” “And he just killed everyone else and took the girls? Without you and your men firing back?” Dad bites out sharply, fury tightening his features.