El Diablo Prisoner Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The elders stood up straight when they saw him. "I heard there was a problem, " Damian said. His voice was low and calm. It was clear that he was not happy. Liam let out a breath and you could tell he was relieved. He knew that the Alpha would handle this. One of the elders stepped forward. "Alpha Damian, we heard that there was a Nightfall prisoner at the border, and is currently under your custody. We want to know what happened and what it means for the pack." Damian looked around the room. His eyes were dark and serious. They stayed on Liam for a moment. Then he looked back at the elders. He did not say anything right away and the room was very quiet.

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