Novel & Cerita El Diablo Prisoner

Don Pablo had a smile plastered across his face and he had never been more proud at the moment than with me and I clearly understood why. "Knowing Ciro is dangerous, how do you intend to take him down?" He asked and a much wider grin filled my face, knowing a good plan I had down. "We will see about that..." ** ELENA'S P.O.V For the past three days, I couldn't successfully have a good session with Ciro and for some reason I was beginning to think that the other dude that had been placed in the prison was behind this. It was quite surprising to realize that Ciro had a friend and even though they didn't last long in the streets or slumps he came from, they were still friends after all.

I smirk at her as I turn, opening a portal, looking over my shoulder as I say to her. “No promises.” She laughs, and I mean really laughs, as I step through the portal. My face changing as my eyes flash. “We ready to do this?” I ask Kodiak as she roars in my head. It’s game time. Walking through the halls of the prison. I hear snarling and I smirk, knowing they have found the traitor. Rounding the corner, I see Diablo pinning someone to the wall by the vault. “STOP!” I shout as I move closer. Leo, Jake, and Gabriel move out of my way. My eyes locked on Kano. I sigh. I should have known, he is a sucker for a pretty face. What a pity.

You didn't tell me you interrogated a prisoner this morning," I said, not quite an accusation, but close enough that he looked up. "I was going to," he said. "You were with Zara, and it wasn't urgent enough to interrupt that." He gestured me closer, and I came to stand beside him, looking down at the map — southern territories, unfamiliar names, a section circled in red ink. "One of the guards from the vehicle chase. Reyes. He gave us a name — Valdez, someone Marcus owes money to in the southern circuits. Kade just confirmed the whole territory's gone dark. No communication in forty-eight hours." I felt the words settle heavy in my chest. Three days of feeling almost normal — shifting, runni

Alpha Rowan interrupted when the man named Orion opened the front seat to let me in. “But sir, you don’t want anyone sitting beside-“ “Did you not hear me?” “Of course, I heard you, my lord,” Orion smiled nervously. “Uncuff her,” Alpha Rowan gave Orion a key before getting inside the car first. Orion looked stunned. I was shocked too. I thought I’d be uncuffed when I’m already put in wherever prison they’d bring me. Prisoners, even suspects whose crimes are yet to be proven, have always been treated poorly by most people. Especially by those in power. Which is the reason why I can’t believe the Supreme Alpha is uncuffing me. And wait, he’d also allow me to be in the same space with him, in h

“Then send her back. Fabian is getting impatient and so am I. There’s nothing else to gain from this. Salvador won’t give us more than Scuderi. You already made them believe you tortured and raped Eleanor. They are on their knees, but Salvador is Capo. He won’t give up more than his Consigliere.” “Next time he calls, I’ll take his call,” I said with a shrug. Damian assessed me. “I told you there would be no winners in this game.” “We are the winners.” He shook his head but didn’t say anything. I stood and went over to the boxing bag. Kicking and punching it didn’t help with my fucking inner turmoil, and Damian’s judgmental presence didn’t help either. I kicked the bag once more then stalked

A cold smile touched my lips. With quivering legs, she hurried out of the office. Once the door shut, I rose to my feet. “We have a prisoner in the dungeon, don't we?” I asked, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt. “The guy who'd tried sneaking into the Dimora a week ago? Yes.” Luca replied. “Do you perhaps want to-” Perhaps seeing the look on my face, he nodded in realization. “Of course, you want to. Need helping hands with the torture?” He asked, as I walked towards the door.

Denver cannot let his boyfriend suffer an empty stomach while reading. "We have some misunderstanding again. So please deliver his food maybe twenty minutes before mine. Thank you." "I have the new staff to deliver your food. If there's any problem, please tell me right away so I can assess both of you. Don't let Angelito get stressed." It's strange happening for Diana because they need to have done a commission with Medina next week. The new Plunder case against Don Pablo is now served in the lower court. She goes to the kitchen, and Denver goes back inside the apartment with a pretentious grumpy look on his face.

She told her about the terms and the month of leverage and the way the castle had stopped feeling like a prison before she admitted it to herself. She told her about Edda. The woodcut. The words in a language nobody had taught her. The bond activating, her palm blazing, his hands around her wrist with the fire burning low. She told her about the staircase. She did not soften any of it. When she finished the room was very quiet. Vael unfolded her hands. "You understand that what you've described constitutes unlawful detention under council law." "Yes." "And you are choosing not to pursue a complaint." "Yes." "Why."

I heard the words but they moved through me without landing because I was looking at Elena, trying to catch her eye, trying to send her something across that courtyard. Dante came down the steps. He walked along the line of prisoners the way you walk through a market. Like he had nowhere else to be and nothing pressing on his mind and the seventeen people kneeling in the dirt were just items he was deciding whether to purchase. His hand moved behind the first prisoner and the sound it made was— I'm not going to describe the sound. Someone in the line started praying. Low and fast, in a language I didn't know, the words running together like water. Someone else made a noise that wasn't quite

why did it have to be Leonard? "And you’re planning to go to him and beg for his heart to save Ellijah? Jacques, have you forgotten who Leonard is? He’s a mafia member, one of the five executives of a notorious crime organization in France!" "I have no other choice, Irenee. I can’t lose the reason I’m still alive, not for the second time." "I know, Jacques. I’d do anything for Ellijah too, even sacrifice my life. But must it be Leonard? He’s not the same person who used to play with us."