Every Day You Play Pablo Neruda Novels & Stories

Pablo’a chest was raw with pain from her stepping on it, and the two bodyguards didn't dare to step forward when they saw this. He coughed.”I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.Please let me go.” Pablo’s mouth showed weakness, and his eyes were as cold and vicious as they could be. Andrea condescendingly looked at him, her eyes not rippling, and sneered, "Believe it or not,I can end your life without any trace if I want to.However,I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you off for now,but next time you try to harass a lady,I’d render you impotent.”

Pablo said. “You know…” “It's okay…" Pablo suddenly cut him off. "I understand everything you want to say, you thought you were talking to the Pablo you used to know,” he chuckled, “The foolish Pablo that as no sense and he is naive about everything. That only cares about myself,” he said playing and looking at his fingernails. “It isn't what—”

Pablo had a questioning look on his face, when I droped the back to the table. "Oh! Don't look at me like that, I am a doctor and i am here to administer pain" He still looked confused till I opened up the bag and he gasped. Never had anyone known that a day would come, where I would finally lay my hands on Pablo, for the evil he did. "You cannot use these things on me. I am Don Pablo and you ought to understand that even if you kill me today, the boys will rise" I chuckled at his hopelessly ego that he so adore so much to the extent that it felt like it was giving him lots of hope.

Zach's eyes lit up with anticipation. "Got a reply? Did he agree to a face-to-face meeting?" The assistant nodded, adjusting her grip on the files. "Met him today. He's booked tonight but slotted tomorrow." Zach beamed triumphantly, fist-pumping subtly. "Perfect!" He pivoted to Shannon, radiating victory. "Told you I'd seal it. Tomorrow's ours." The assembly unleashed a torrent of sycophantic cheers. "Zach, you're unstoppable!"

Pablo ran a hand through his hair and tusked, “I should be able to withstand that much from her…I deserve it” Hayes stared at his friend in silence for a while and walked around his desk to have a sit. He laid the papers on his desk, his brows furrowing once more as he went through them again. Pablo shifted his gaze to him and was going to also take his seat when the frantic sound of hurrying feet came barging in. “Daddy!” Ah, it was that speed train again. Pablo blinked, surprised and was going to say something to tease his friend but when he looked at the man behind that desk…he was speechless.

I, however, didn't need much of an explanation from Pablo. I knew he borrowed money so he could gamble every day. I also knew he had terrible luck, and I was afraid now because it seemed like he would spread his terrible luck to me. Before the end of the night, Pablo had pressed me with phone calls three more times to send the money.

Next day I'm playing this game one more day that I'm already tired of. However, today is different, as I have a different perspective on things and many more suspicions. Thus, I enter Raúl Sandoval's office, whose door is open, and in a friendly tone of voice, I greet him, "Good morning, Mr. Sandoval."