El Diablo Prisoner Novels & Stories

I growled. "Who gave the order on the hit on Castillo?" I demanded. "I want a fucking name or all you puta's are dead." "Our boss, he goes by the name El Diablo Ramirez." The man shivered. "Where do I find him?" I asked and the man looked apprehensive. "Or there will be fragments of your fucking skull on the fucking floor." "He lives in up town. He has the engraving of a pitchfork on his gate," he cried out. After I got all of the information I needed, I killed them all. I disposed of the gun in an alleyway bin and left their bodies to rot for someone else to find.

The wailing of the prisoners who have been tortured and straightened out were left in the cell. Damian walked inside the cell holding their newest prisoner and found him on his knees while his entire face was covered in blood.. He was given a black which made him look unrecognisable.. “You look pathetic..” Damian spoke and this caught the attention of the man who'd been beaten up pretty badly. “you can go ahead and kill me, but you won't get anything from me..” The man stubbornly said and this made Damian laugh… “Trust me, that should be the last thing on your mind right now, Anthonio.” Damian called out his name and his lips parted in surprise..

“I couldn’t let you live in prison, Roberts. I wanted the people to know who was behind all this before I could torture and kill you.” “Sire.” Two men came forth. One of them was the same man who bailed him out and offered him a free ride. “Take him to the cage, Diego.” Alessandro barked out his orders before kicking Gabriel in the gut. Diego and the other man untied his ropes and dragged him out of the room, kicking and screaming, to a metal cage. The barks of meat-hungry pit bulls bounced off the walls. They walked back and forth, seeing him, their mouths salivating for fresh meat.

They really loved each other. Damian, Easton and I went down to the dungeon, where two prisoners. Easton spoke first. “I am Easton van der Meer and I am the lawyer of this pack. If you answer these questions thoughtfully you will receive a fair trial and may have the chance to come out of this alive. You must have heard we do things differently here and everyone get’s a chance to redeem themselves.” The prisoners both rolled their eyes and one of them even spat near Easton’s feet.

he smiled and turned to leave. “You know El Diablo, I was told you hardly reject a cool business, and with you doing this, it confirmed my suspicion. No man would have been able to pull that stunt last night, no man would have avoided the camera so much, no man would have kidnapped my daughter without leaving a trace, no man would have killed my men so effortlessly like that, no man would have accepted to that job knowing what I will do, no man would have been so efficient in it, no man would have perform the act so clean like that, no man except the infamous El Diablo.”

“Your inability to distinguish right from wrong is itself a form of irresponsibility toward patients. “Who’s to say you won’t be the next Tawnie Lowe?” Three years later, I had become a renowned expert in the field. Meanwhile, Tawnie made headlines again. She was dead. She died that very night she was released from prison, stabbed to death by Matthew’s family. He had been the only university graduate in his family. Yet, fresh out of school and just starting his internship, he was sent behind bars. His family was consumed by hatred for Tawnie for ruining their precious son.

My life took a huge turn. I was no longer Victoria the baker. I was Arianna Bocelli, Alejandro Amato’s prisoner. “Let me go.” I dug my feet into the ground as Capello pulled me along, ropes digging into my skin. I’d recovered from my momentary shock and become dangerously stupid as I continued to yell at men who wouldn’t bat an eyelash as they sent me to the world beyond.

"What would be the difference between a new life and this one? Right now, I'm living like a prisoner. If we run, I will always be looking over my shoulder. I'll never be free from him. Never" "Then let's kill him. That way you'll never have to look over your shoulder again. " "Because it's that easy, right?" "I snuck in here, didn't I?" "I appreciate the thought, Damiano, but Padre isn't De Luca. If he finds you in his house, you'll be dead. Plain and simple" "I'm not scared of that monster!" **************************************************

“I haven't seen anyone here in such a long time. Stay. Old Ozakh has a lot to tell you. And I stayed because I was alone too. The prisoner turned out to be a delonh, his hands were chained to the wall, but, despite this, the cell door was locked with three reliable locks. He did not tell me what he was guilty of, he did not tell me why he was doomed to such an existence. He could not die, the Delonchi had already crossed the line of their lives long ago, but left without food, he weakened so much that he could no longer move and could only speak with difficulty. He talked non-stop when I came to him. He was waiting for me, waiting all the time.

Prince Aldridge turned to the guard and asked, "What was his crime?" "This man killed a group of bandits who were kidnapping young girls from their families and demanding money in return for their safety. He not only killed them but butchered them because one of the girls who were kidnapped was his little sister and she was found dead amongst the group of girls whose family did not pay the ransom. He chopped their bodies into pieces in front of everyone and was thus apprehended and sentenced to life imprisonment. His Majesty granted him immunity from being executed because he did a great deed by saving the girls lives. He is in the lower dungeon because he is classified as dangerous, he was