El Diablo Prisoner Novels & Stories

A poker-or whatever it was called. Its tip glowed an intense orange, pulsing with heat. He approached slowly. The word stamped into the iron gleamed bright m, sharp in the gloom. My blood ran cold as his face broke into the smallest, coldest smile I had ever seen. No. Please, no. “Damien, please don't do this…” I pleaded, yanking frantically at the chains, straining even to move an inch. The steel chains and their restraining iron restraint dug into my skin as I desperately attempted to shift position.

I had confusion written all over my face as I waited for an answer. “Diablo is the person who shot at us, he is a mafia boss. His mafia is the strongest in the country and they have more power than we do. He's the worst kind of person on earth and when scum meets with power, that's a very terrible combination. The last thing you'd want to do is to get on his bad side, cause when you do he would make you regret it. And Saint has been on neutral grounds with him for years, I wonder what changed.” He says and with each word he said my face whitened. "That's Daniel.” I say, my voice barely a whisper as I stared in shock.

Gabriel knelt beside him, whispering, “We need to move. The prison shifts its watch every three hours—we have a small window before the next patrol.” Diego nodded. “Where are the prisoners being held?” Gabriel pulled out a rough sketch of the prison’s layout, which he’d memorized before they left. He tapped a spot near the eastern wing. “Interrogation cells. High-security captives would be kept there.” Diego clenched his jaw. “Then that’s where we go.” But just as he moved toward the doorway, Erika grabbed his arm. “Wait.” He turned, meeting her sharp gaze. “What?”

"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.

' Lao thought. 'Just remember that we all went to Hell for our own reasons Elijah.' Sabu gave a sideways glance to Elijah. "I was a level three prisoner in Hell. I had a sentence of one hundred years." 'Wait. He can't be a...' Elijah's grip tightened around his mug. "I was..." Heinrich took another breath. "A former nazi." "EXCUSE ME!" Elijah stood up, spilling most of his drink. Elijah looked at Lucifer with pure anger.

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.

Diana sighed, taking a cookie from the plate. “I thought you just mentioned that he was in Curtis’ pack…” “Well, yes. He had been transferred there. But he is actually the chief of the warriors in Derek’s pack, and he was the one that had dragged Eli to prison. I don't think he remembered Eli either.” Diana pointed out, biting her lips. “Who told you so?” Diana and Noah turned to the door, their mouths falling open in surprise, when they saw Eli standing by the door post. “You should be in prison!” Diana shouted, pointing at him in unbelief.

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.”