Pablo Escobar George Jung Novels & Stories

“Fine. Go ahead.” Carmina gave a sharp smile. “I might already have a lead.” I inhaled sharply. “Where?” “Colombia. A small cartel splinter group has been moving unusually quiet shipments. My father believes Pablo is using them to stay off-grid.” I leaned forward, my heart pounding. “Do we have a name?” “Not yet. One of our informants says there's a man, he could be Pablo's proxy.” I clenched my fists. “If he’s using a proxy, it means he’s close. He never delegates far from himself.”

Jostein De Vere and Caleb Rothschild are one of the elite class German business executives in the Philippines. They dominate the entire economy and make them one of the monopoly oligarchs in the country. Jostein De Vere is a kind of gentleman. Same as Caleb but he is a bisexual, when the naughty Jostein wants the only daughter of Mr. Alfredo Monteverde, he abducted its service after the grand party held at Caleb's mansion.

LORD OF THE UNDERGORUND SOCIETY CHAPTER 73 [Same face, but with a different persona] It was after four in the afternoon in Belize, yet the agitation on Gerry’s bloodstreams seems like it couldn’t wait much longer. The Marlboro he lighted in a fewer seconds a moment ago was already left discarded, ashes fell on the floor, it was in an attempt to appease how nerve wracking he was onset with the mere thought of that gun being pointed at his head. He wasn’t usually a bum, no fear coated eyes, but to face Pablo Garcia, the gantillo [ the gun’s trigger] he hold never had given Gerry an assurance that he would sprawled dead on the floor. His threat he meant to commit, if given by chances to do so

He was hung from the ceiling, his hands and feet bound with thick ropes, his body bearing the fresh bruises of the 'hospitality' my men had shown him. I let the door shut behind me, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. Slowly, I walked up to him, doing my best to contain the urge to just kill him immediately. John walked up to me, and without hesitation relayed the much they'd gotten out of the bastard to me. "His name is George, but he's called Cobra. He's a member of Mathew's cartel." He whispered. "Is that all?" I inquired. "Yes, he won't say anything else. We've done what we can to get him to talk, but he won't say another word."John inquired, and I felt a cold smile creep

like a wise man, Escobar spoke in parables to confuse Dexter. "Pay attention to him, Dexter. You don't have to argue over this. Trust me, it's pointless," George spoke from inside. As much as he enjoyed how Doctor Escobar scolded Dexter, he still wanted the drama to end "Stay out of this, Dad. This has got nothing to do with you," Dexter yelled at George. Reaching out for his phone, Doctor Escobar started dialing some numbers on his phone. No one could tell what his next move was

Luis says. Veronica pulls out the files so she can look at them while they continue to walk through the thick forest. “Okay. George. He is the one that we met that was to be running things while we were with the cartel. He is my cousin and I thought I could trust him. He is in bed with the FBI and as it turns out the Escondido cartel as well. I don’t know how I missed all of this.” “It’s not your fault. People like this get really good at hiding things like this.”

Don Pablo P.O.V The cloud was getting darker, a clear sign of a very big rain coming up. There was no sign of Juniho just yet. The only fear I had at this moment was the fact that the contract could be ruined if something did not happen. Two days ago, three Chinese drug lord's had put a call across, requesting for seven hundred thousand grams of cocaine, the biggest that has ever been sold out. I knew where that worth would put my asset and thus, I had sent Juniho, one of my most trusted allies to go make the transaction. I would have gone myself, but the fact that there could be possible security breach, had me staying back. I knew what Juniho was capable of doing and at such, I trusted he

Most of the time the rain happens for only one hour or so and rest of the three days remain as hot as Hades’s asshole. I closed my eyes and leaned back on my chair. I hardly slept last night . I heard Agent Lee’s voice asked, "Do we have IDs on those members?" "Yes," Davis replied, this bastard is slower than my eighty years old neighbour. "Luis 'The Hammer' Gutierrez, the family's enforcer, was spotted overseeing the operation. Alongside him was Ricardo Sanchez, known for his connections with South American cartels.” I shifted slightly, my eyes still closed, as I listened to the unfolding briefing.

"Everything is in order, Mr. Escobar. The ceremony should be straightforward. Just a few speeches, the signing, and then the press." Oswald nodded, trying to calm his nerves. "Thanks, George. I just can't wait to get to that damn place, sign the shit and disappear." George smiled. His always impatient boss. “We will be there soon sir,” he said. Nathan who was at the front seat next to the chauffeur glanced back at them. “Nervousness boss, it is boldly written,” he said and made a face. George chuckled. Oswald hissed. That wasn't his interest now.