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VINCENZO leaned back in his leather chair, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he scrolled through his phone. His timeline was a mess-every news outlet, every gossip blog, and even random social media users were talking about the same thing. **Oswald Dino Escobar spotted on a dinner date with Queen Wilberforce!** **The Ruthless Billionaire shows a soft side?!** **Apology text? Oswald Escobar? Unbelievable!**

" Right! Pablo Escobar is one of his hidden friends. He met her at the martial arts studio of his butler, Emilio Escobar. He was his nephew and chose to work under his leadership rather than the Montecillo Empire. He heard her laugh so he frowned at her. "Stop laughing, Pablo!" “Fuck!” it was cheap and suddenly stopped the car. Pablo removed his facemask which grabbed Esteban's attention. He thought it would not be removed. Since working at FDSA, he always wears a facemask and hat. As far as he knows it is dust allergy. “Are you going to kill me?!” He gestured with his hand and pointed the way. “Drive.”

He looked at Fred's reflection from the rearview mirror and phrased his next words carefully since Fred had been in a foul mood because he couldn't go with his family. "Who are we meeting with? I am just asking for security reasons." He added. Fred sighed. "Right, I should have told you from the beginning. We are meeting with some Pablo Escobar wannabe. His name is Julio, and he says the goods we ordered have been stopped by customs and the chief wants me to grease his elbows. Apparently, that is how they run things here." Lucien nodded his head slowly and scanned the environment. He knew what he was doing was donkey's work since his master was so powerful that gangs and other Mafia were sca

“He never told you, did he? Of the family he killed in that fire” Pablo looked delirious and gave a humorless laughter, watching Stefano’s eyes expand in shock. With a slow turn, he saw the shift in the Don’s face and chuckled bitterly. “You’ve probably thought you buried me along those ashes…right, dad?” His utterance made Stefano snap his head towards the older man whose expression was regressing into something unpleasant the more his eyes lingering on Pablo who now ripped his dress shirt and exposed a prominent tattoo that was worn proudly onto the bodies of the mafiosos that worked under his command.

“Lo siento señor, but Pablo have always wanted to prove himself to you, he believed that if he takes him down that he would gain your respect. I tried to stop him, even Gabriella did but he didn’t listen, he wouldn’t. I’m sure Gabriella…” “Is dead,” the man finished for him, his eyes not leaving him, “do you think that he would kill mi hijo and he would leave his girlfriend? That man has no heart, he has no soul. That man isn’t called El Diablo for no reason, do I need to tell you the meaning? In all the people you allowed my son to assassinate, you chose El Diablo, you chose The devil, Andrés, El Diablo,” he ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner, “El Diablo,” he repeated a

I close my eyes in pain and sorrow, it’s not just Christians parents on this call, I see my mum and dad they look absolutely devastated, my mum looks out of it, all my life I have never seen my mum look this disheveled, her hair tied in a messy bun, not an ounce of makeup evident on her face, her eyes swollen and blood shut red, what have I done? “Pablo!!, My good friend! I see you brought the whole crew as requested, how sweet, I hope you got my message last night, the moment I see a cop or anyone other than the five of you, I shoot, sorry my voice don’t sound the same, I added a little auto tune, one of you might be wearing a camera or something, or someone else might be in that room at th

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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.

He sighs deeply when reminiscing about the Taser gun he held and warns him to strike on his crotch. Denver goes down to the next cabinet and sees a bunch of books and a notebook with some files. He has no idea what’s inside the folders as he scrolls and finds some lawsuits against someone named Pablo. “Pablo… Marquez?” He blinks twice and searches for other files until he sees an old picture between the thin pages. “Is this Angelito—“ his heart beats so fast when this picture seems familiar! Denver squeezes his eyes in confusion. This picture is familiar in any means.

The consequence was to be hanged to death or, better still, living without a dick. Pablo Picasso was an exporter of Indian hem and cocaine. He had connections all over and could destroy a person in a day if he wanted to. Pablo Picasso was a dangerous man when it comes to money deals. Sporadically, he goes ahead to steal the money he has lent to his customers just to keep the victim in an everlasting debt. “Don't you worry about any of that?” I will return your money once our deal is finalized. They both shook hands once more and drank beer together, while ladies came around to entertain them with their strip dance.