El Diablo Prisoner Novels & Stories

"What?" Elios laughed. "Every time we think we're getting close to solving this, he proves to us that he's smarter. We can't track the Mercenaries because they always return to their base. We had one kidnapped, and no amount of torture had him saying anything. He even asked us to kill him. It makes me wonder what Diablo fed them with. It's not like they're the Taliban, expecting a reward of seven virgins from Allah from Allah in the Islamic paradise." Senna took a seat. He was deep in thought, wondering what this man was up to. He had refrained from direct contact with the man because it was far more dangerous to mess with Diablo than to thread in a den of hungry lions.

Damian chuckled softly. Selena just didn't know that Damian's clean-looking job was actually very dirty. Selena might forget the old Damian. The Damian she saw today was too unfamiliar, like someone else but felt so close. *** "I can't let her live! She put my mom in prison. That crazy Damian also got me blocked from doing any cooperation or transactions with parties connected to him as well." Arsella, the girl groaned while throwing the items nearby, making the two people in the room could only look down. Arsella clenched her hands firmly at her sides, with her breath hitching, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

He has understood that Gío is not his enemy. Now, they have a good relationship, and you could say they are good friends. We were all victims of circumstances. Now, we are united to face a common enemy. Sergio De Santis will pay for everything he has done. We know he operates in the underworld, as it is commonly said. He has a lot to answer for, and we will make sure he does.

APRIL “How did you know who that was?” I ask, still clutching my phone. “You had your volume up too high,” Diablo replies, his voice low and steady. “I could hear him clearly. I know that voice anywhere. He’s the only cop I haven’t been able to buy, because the other families got to him first.” I blink. “If you heard him, then you already know what he wanted.” “He wanted to know if you saw Diablo Romano at the bar last night,” he says, pointing at his own chest. “You didn’t. And I wasn’t there.”

He made his way back down through ops before taking another set of stairs down to the basement where they kept prisoners and held interrogations. Rose smiled at him when he came down, "who are you here for, boss?" "Whoever Ray and Air brought in last night," Dean looked past his prison manager to the guards stationed outside the occupied rooms, watching as they all stood a little straighter in his presence. "I figured as much," she gave him a sly smile, "just figured I'd asked," "Always one for formality," Dean smirked, "where is he, then?" "B6," she pointed to the guard in front of the door who gave him a sharp nod.

PART FOUR Check-in went off without a hitch. It felt good to know I wasn't blackballed for life. I hadn't spoken to Damian, the exclusive El Diablo Hotel's owner, for more than a year. He sent a short note during my stay at Foundations, a posh rehab for rich celebrities. That note gave me enough courage to walk past the imposing doorman and request a suite.

Diego replied, walking towards me, but I needed to hear what he had to say, so I went to him. We got into my office and Kyrell entered. "I heard you wanted to see me," I answered, hoping he would bring good news. "Diablo has been arrested," he announced, and I felt a part of me scream for freedom. "What? I mean are you sure?” I asked. "Yes, Charlotte admitted everything, which led us to Mr. Simon, who then led us to Diablo," Kyrell stated. "I hope those bastards get what they deserve." "They were not alone," he said, and I pondered who else may have been working with them.

Damien tried to help Uriel that night, but he didn’t listen to a word of his, “ There’s still time, Uriel! Tell the truth to everyone and ask for forgiveness! Please! I beg you…” “Forgiveness?” he shouted. “Ask for forgiveness, you say? Why should I do that when you people are the real culprits?! They should be the ones asking for MY forgiveness!” Damien could realise that his effort was fruitless. Uriel was adamantly stuck to his point. But he tried to the very end which fixed his destination to an unknown dungeon. "Any...anybody here? Let me out…" Damien's voice gets stuck in his throat. He starts coughing, inhaling the dusty air of the dark dungeon.

I shot two and Diablo shot one, killing him but chose to keep the second alive as he wailed in pain because of the shots that he got on his hand and thigh. “You are going to speak and I am going to make this as painless as possible. Of course, if you choose to be stubborn to think with your dick just like you did when you betrayed the family and your boss, then that is going to be a different case.” Diablo said, keeping his eyes on the man who was shaking in both pain and fear. His eyes met mine and he shook his head at me.

It fluttered down, turning gray as it fell. It hit the perfect, black pavement. It didn't rot. It just lay there. Preserved. Dead. "I miss the mud," I whispered. THE DEEP DAMIAN’S P.O.V. (The Cradle) The cell was empty. The door was open. But I wasn't leaving. I sat on the Stone Throne, my obsidian leg fused to the rock. The Ancient Hammer rested against my shoulder. I was no longer the Jailer. The prisoner was out on parole.