El Diablo Prisoner Novels & Stories

“El Diablo's position is currently at his base, so we'll have to wait until that guy goes to visit his girlfriend at the apartment… ah shit!” Rocky cursed while pressing the digital screen a few times that was beside the steering wheel. A message just arrived and sent a notification that El Diablo would not meet his girlfriend today at the Star Light City apartment, but at a luxurious restaurant located in the heart of the city. His position in the center of the city would make it difficult for Aiden to execute him because he would be in the midst of the civilian population. “El Diablo will meet his girlfriend in a Buenos Aires restaurant, you will find it difficult to execute him.”

In the seven months, she had been in that prison; no one had ever touched her; it was impossible that. Colette opened her eyes enormously as she concluded that the only person with whom she had shared intimacy was her great love Donel Dunn, a mercenary who came unannounced into her life. She immediately cleaned the baby with her worn clothes, looking for some glass to cut the umbilical cord. "Bibi, I need something sharp," she whispered. Tiredness was getting the better of her- Bibi. The mentioned one was still in shock on the dirty floor, looking at the whole scene with her mouth open; she couldn't understand how a living being had come out of her friend's body that, instead of gaining weig

"The poison, I said, who gave it to you?" "What!...what are you talking about?" "Bella claimed you poisoned the food sent to be delivered to her in the dungeon. Someone must have given the poison to you, right?" "She is crazy, Father. I do not know anything about this." "You ordered them to send food to her, didn't you?" "When did feeding the prisoners become a crime around here?" "You aren't ready to confess, are you?" "I have nothing to confess. " "Take her away." Dan seemed to be waiting for this, and he immediately sprang to action.

You think you know someone and sometimes you do but other times they become unrecognizable, like strange strangers. I watched Diego walked into the dungeon yesterday drunk, wild, rough. I was bounded vertically by two steel chains that laid horizontally each at either of my sides, I had been like that for seem to be a day, with nothing to eat and no rest, constantly taunted by the guard. This is the dungeon, it was built by Diego’s father, Raphael Fernandez but modified by Diego, the Devil.

His only hope was in front of him; Atwater Penitentiary and Henry his comrade. The SUV man looked at his badge and I.D card again; Officer L. Elijah—Prison Guard, it identified; something that would soon change to L. Elijah—Prison Inmate if he went through with his thoughts. He glared around again. It was better being Prison inmate than ‘man with deceased daughter and wife on life support.’ The man pulled out a syringe from his glove compartment, then with a final sigh, stepped out of his SUV. He looked at his badge and I.D card again; ‘Officer L. Elijah—Prison Guard’ it read again. Whatever it read now was subject to change in 12 hours. As Officer Elijah stepped out of his SUV, he made into

I’m standing outside waiting for fucking Valerie because the asshole hurried me up to now take his sweet ass time, when Vic returns. “Salim was just picked up for trying to hack into the FBI database” he hands me the list of possible candidates again and I pick again. "Damian Delacort, Samantha Shae and YS Jailbird bring those three in if they are looking for employment with amazing fucking pay after they swear in. I want them to set up a new system with palm readers I want this place tricked out in tec" he nods his head in understanding and again kisses the top of my head before leaving me.

He does deserve it. Even though I agree with my dragon I am not willing to stoop to that level. I have never had to physically torture a prisoner and I don’t plan to start doing that now. The methods that I use to get answers are bit unorthodox but they have always worked for me now. When I step in front of his cell the bastard has the gall to give me a smile. I return it knowing that soon he won’t be smiling at all. We both know this.

“We should collect some men so that we can start our attack—“ “Or we should play it safe and hurt Danny since we can’t get to Freddie,” I suggested. The last thing anyone needed at the moment was a war, not with the DEA breathing in our necks. “Panther, you remember Stanfield—right?” “Yes, I do.” I needed someone who could get near one of the Castillo men in prison, and that was my former guard and friend, Daniel Stanfield. Was it risky? Yes. Would he be willing to help me? Yes.

So thin I might snap at any minute. “Hello everyone.” A voice comes next. Cold. Commanding. Familiar. My nerves react instantly to it. Recognition flares hot inside me. The others begin murmuring around me. “Sorry to have kept you all waiting.” El Diablo? No. No. That can't be possible. “Diablo?” Anastasia's voice comes, fury lacing every word. “One and only.” Diablo's smug response comes from the other end of the line. “Is that Anastasia?” He teases. “The only woman bold enough to hold those men to ransom in Guccini's organization.”

His eyes met mine and I could see the same shade of blue in them as Seraphine's. "You dare interfere in the Valli's family business?" I almost let out a bitter laughter at his words. "I don't recall Dante being a Valli." I spat coldly. "I'm here for him." El Diablo's eyes darkened, his gaze narrowing on me. "My men will kill you where you stand, woman." He threatened with a hiss. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Dante quickly pulled out his own gun, aiming it at El Diablo. "Don't forget about me." He said, a wicked but faint smile curling his lips.