El Diablo Sabe Más Por Viejo Novels & Stories

His eyes were red and teary "I have the same blood also and Eldy you pressed a wrong nerve of mine ……second time. If you know me then Beware! Because Aspan D'Alberto is a poison who kills slowly and painfully " You will regret every single sin you did or doing with her......for never forgivable

"Ehlga please tell me what happened to him." She drags in a breath. "He's had a hard life and experienced terrible things no one should have to go through." "What are those terrible things?" What makes a man become as ruthless as him? He's still so young yet acts like an older man who's lived through a hundred wars. "Things that left him with scars that run deeper than the surface." At the mention of scars, I instantly think of Alessio's burn scar. "He has a scar on his back. Was he caught in a fire?"

If Gonzalez wasn’t going to pick up, I’d make sure his daughter got the message loud and clear. “El diablo camina entre nosotros, pero su tiempo llegará.” (The devil walks among us, but his time will come.) I hear a sharp inhale from the other end. “¿Qué dijiste?”(what did you say?) I don’t stop. “Ricardo Borrelli’s time has come.” Then, I hear muffled whispers, hurried footsteps, and a rustling noise. Then, the next voice that comes through is exactly who I’ve been waiting for. It is a deep and gruff heavy Spanish accent.

Senna tied up Diablo's body. Gunshots filled the air, and Senna knew his men were having a battle with Diablo's men. "Your men don't know when to give up," Senna muttered under his breath as he began to pull Diablo's weakened body against the ground. He dumped him behind one of the containers and crouched to his level. "What are your last words before you die?" "Fuck you!" Diablo snapped. Senna burst into laughter. "I should have killed you when I had the chance. I should have killed her when I had the chance, too."

Moreover, Diana also feels the same when looking at Angelito’s frightened facial expression. “M-My friend. Nosotros bebimos anoche,” (we drank last night.) His father’s mouth gape when absorbing his primary reason. He was a definite reason why someone was on his bed. “Is that a woman? Will I have a grandson from you?” Diana immediately gasped, covering her mouth. She knew the Don had no girlfriend, and he had only a cute boy roaming around his apartment, which he couldn’t let go of. Don Pablo chuckles as he gives a gift. “I don’t want to disturb her sleep. Sadly, I can’t see her face….” A small box is in his hand as Angelito picks it up with excitement inside his chest.

Guests lurched to their feet, phones shaking in fear in their hands Framed in the doorway was Lorenzo Alexander, known as EL DIABLO (the Devil) in the underground world. A black suit clung to him like sin, cigar smoke curling with the scent of danger. He didn’t walk the aisle he claimed it. Slow. Deliberate and Deadly.

The older has become an open book for the blonde to read, his emotions and mood changes are still always random but not unexpected, there is always a way to tell. For the past couple days Althea has been observing him like a hawk, realising all the small habits and idiosyncrasies that make up Diaz Cartel. Most of them are useless though, like when the older is truly happy he gets a sweet bunny smile that melts his friends or the habit of tapping his head whenever he is deep in thought trying to solve a problem. They are all useless.

___" lift him up... I was STILL conscious, they hooked their arms through mine and lifted me. ___ who are you and what do you want in my house? __I am diablo the head of the most feared mafia in this country. The men roared with laughter. Paolo continued: ___ And what does the big boss do alone in my house? Where are the countless allies you must have? ___" I was betrayed by my brother, he took away my post but I'm going to get it back but for that I need your help . I spit blood on the floor ___He's a lunatic! One of the men said...

But he’s a man I’ve known since I was old enough to remember. My father was a cold hearted man to me and my mother. He was an abusing, sadistic, mind fucked man who hated Alessandro just as much as he loved and respected him. The man looking back at me is the man he wanted me to become. I will take back what should me mine and mark my fucking words… Diabla will die.

I had confusion written all over my face as I waited for an answer. “Diablo is the person who shot at us, he is a mafia boss. His mafia is the strongest in the country and they have more power than we do. He's the worst kind of person on earth and when scum meets with power, that's a very terrible combination. The last thing you'd want to do is to get on his bad side, cause when you do he would make you regret it. And Saint has been on neutral grounds with him for years, I wonder what changed.” He says and with each word he said my face whitened. "That's Daniel.” I say, my voice barely a whisper as I stared in shock.