El Diablo Prisoner Novels & Stories

"She's a former sniper, dishonorably discharged, and was recently a suspect in a case down in Columbia along with this character." Once more the screen changed. A dark eyed man with tousled hair was captured walking down a street, facing a camera. "Damian Naraujo, who lives in El Paso. Naraujo on the surface is just a computer consultant, but we know of him because of his work in South America. He's a mercenary, people or companies hire him to take out competitors in emerging markets. Mostly tech, but he'll do anything for anyone at the right price." "And you think he's related all because of a dead body?" Priscilla wasn't sure she bought that. It was a leap. A big one.

I need to stay here for a few more days to have me checked and assisted, and by the time I already recover and already finish my medication, then I’ll be able to get out here. Mr. Lozano was sent to jail. He is sentenced a life long time in the jail because of all of his dirty works. Mr. Villamorannas on the other hands, refused to take the bail that Elexier have offered him, Elexier said. Because his father, according to him,, said that he want’s to pay for what he have done. And Elexier said that his father is completely changing now. And he is happy about that.

Diago's dungeon was covered with iron that could make him electrocuted if he touched it or tried to escape, so I had to wear a protective glove so I wouldn't touch the iron. “Are you here to mock you, you whore," Diago, groaned at me with his eyes filled with anger. “I'll leave you alone, mam, but be careful. This prisoner has been aggressive since he got here,” The dungeon keeper said as he prepared to leave. "I'm aggressive because I'm innocent,” He yelled again, and the dungeon's keeper scoffed. "That's what all prisoners say, Diago Specter," He groaned at Daigo, before returning his attention to me.

"She was smiling, Dante. She wasn't a broken slave. She was a sleeper agent. I need to know what is happening in Colorado." The terminal screen flickered violently before stabilizing into a grainy, high-definition feed from the supermax facility. The time stamp indicated it was a live feed, piggybacking on the prison's own internal security network. Elara’s breath hitched in her throat, her hands freezing over the keys as the image resolved itself.

Dario's deep eyes flashed, he said to the captain, "Abdiel is my employee, I request to see him once." Dario was to meet Abdiel, the police naturally could not interfere. Although Abdiel had surrendered himself, Dario's company was the biggest victim that year. The captain nodded, "Alright, I will arrange it now according to the rules. He has already been locked up in the back of the guard room, waiting for us to reopen the case and investigate the events that year."

Deacon said honestly. “Is he more powerful than me?” “No, but-” “Tell me who it is... the entire truth, and I can offer you this and this only. I can get you transferred to a prison out of state and I can make your life behind bars less of a torment, where you can serve your terms and hopefully have the taste of freedom someday. Elijah calmly said. “I don't care if you have the secret of the universe in your palm, you attempted to murder my men, and you will go to prison for that. It's your choice to choose how your experience there will be.”

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

"Don't be smart. Didn't your training teach you anything? Your life depends on my mood, and that's directly affected by your willingness to talk. Or would you prefer to die tonight?" "Honestly, if you were going to kill me. That would have happened by now. This tells me I'm more important to keep alive because of the information I could give you. So let's play this game together. You sweeten my betrayal, and I'll give you what you want," Diablo smirks, spreading his legs and crossing his arms over his chest. "Only then will I betray Rossi." "Very well, a pardon can be arranged. Start answering my questions, and I'll ensure your safety," my father offers.

“What about those people?” “They’ve all been locked up,” Nash replied. “Let’s go take a look.” In the prison. “You did this?” Diego casually traced his fingers over a table full of torture devices, as if asking about the weather. “N-no! Not me!” the red-haired thug stammered. Bruised and bloodied, he was tied to a post, terrified. He was no longer cocky. Anyone who could summon helicopters, armed guards, and operate a private prison in Avenlith… was not someone to mess with.

“It should be a hundred million now but I’m in a cheerful mood regardless so eighty and the police let me go. I let only you in, you wire me the money, I go and the girl is safe” “Then the deal is done between us, we each go our separate ways. It’s a Win Win” Diablo said and I exchanged glances with both the sheriff and Davis. “Take the deal, I have a plan. He isn’t getting a dime tonight” The Sheriff mouthed inaudibly and I clasped the phone tight in my hands. “Deal” So I muttered. “But my friend Davis has to come with me, he’s wiring the money to you” There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Diablo hummed.