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“You two are ridiculous.” “I'm serious,” Nora insisted. “Nick Pablo has a reputation.” “So do I.” Javey clapped his hands. “Now that's the spirit.” I laughed and headed toward the kitchen. Tonight was just dinner. Nothing more. Because if Nora was right and Nick Pablo really was a player… Then he had no idea who he had just invited to dinner.

Dice was the perfect man for it, with his large, powerful hands, I knew I was going to get such a relief. I kept checking the time throughout the day; I could not stop smiling either. I only managed to snap out of it a little when Louis spoke, "Who has you smiling like that?" And then Pablo added, "Is he on A****n? I need to get myself one. The men in my life only give me headaches." I chuckled, then responded, "I'm not smiling because of anyone, you guys. Snap out of it." I snapped my middle finger and thumb in their direction but they still had those suspicious looks on their faces.

“Bodyguard? That’s his boyfriend. No one looks at their security detail like they’re the last glass of water in the desert.” Memes blossomed like poisonous, beautiful fungi. Photoshopped images of them in romantic clinches on the Rogers Industries logo. Side-by-side comparisons of Anton’s icy boardroom glare and the soft-focused warmth of his gaze at Sabatine during the broadcast. A split screen labelled “For the Press” and “For Him.”

I can count that as a second reason after the main reason. "He sells and uses drugs. He abducts and sells fire arms without the proper government issue or registration," Giovanni continued. "But why now is it not publicized? He's walking and roaming around like a normal citizen," Kuya Sébastien wondered. "He can handle the government at his will. Escobar is known to protect major criminals in this country. Pablo is also rich; what else can we expect?" Giovanni answered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes without a second's thought after hearing that. He's still sarcastic as ever, and I don't wonder anymore because he's close to Kuya Sébastien.

"I mean, we are at the background, staring at a woman that led us to a strip club that turned out to be another building for some sort of activities we know nothing about and here we are, answering an instruction from a man who we barely know. A man who wants us to make a decision for him. What the fuck is wrong with you man? Are you high on drugs? Do you take Cocaine?" Carlos laughed as he smashed his right palm on his forehead as if to calm a terrible blood flow going on there. "Do I look like fucking Escobar to you?" "Who is Escobar?" Michael asked. "Pablo Escobar is a popular and influential Colombian drug lord who burnt millions of dollars to save his daughter life," Savannah answered.

Chapter 125 Carlos went to have a meet with one of the notorious sect leaders in the pack, Pablo. He was exiled because of his evil acts in the past. And most pack members were warned to not have any association with him. Pablo is a drug pusher, a human serial killer, when you mention evil that was the best name you could call him. Carlos moved gently to his chamber but was stopped by some of his men before he gave them a sign to let him in.

Gambello: “I am telling you I don’t care...” Pain_100: “You can care or go to hell… what he did was not something you can ever do!” Poke-Dude-99: “I don’t know who he is, but I'm proud of him!” Fanta-Man: “Are you guys serious…. You seriously believe this memory reel?” Robert-Galt: “Who the fuck are you to question the memory reel’s authenticity? PBD is not the kind of channel that would pull a publicity stunt like that!”

“Somebody at the party filmed it. Course they did.” He turned the screen around. There it was—grainy, shaky video. Marco throwing Enzo into the wall. Angelo eating a knee to the face. Stefano tripping backward before getting stomped. Then Marco turning his back on the whole room and walking out like he had somewhere better to be. “The whole fuckin’ coast saw it already,” Stefano said. “We’re a meme.” Enzo looked disgusted. “They’re laughin’?” “Laughin’, repostin’, hashtaggin’. They’re treatin’ it like a fuckin’ UFC highlight.”

" He said with deep emotions, staring into my eyes so deeply. I stood on my toes, placed my hands on his chest then gave him a snuggling kiss, something that would make him feel at ease. It was a wet passionate kiss, one which normally leads to sex if care is not taken, but we had to cut it short and stop it if not we would be fucking each other's brains out near the window and in front of our boys. "Have you watched the movie Pablo Escobar? " he whispered, turning me to back him, playing with my fingernails that are right on the window glass "Nah. Leo wanted me to watch it then, I just wasn't interested. What's with Pablo Escobar?" I answered him.

And now he acted like she didn’t exist. Jacobo seemed to notice something in her tone because he shifted uneasily before muttering, “The signore is very busy with work matters.” Svetlana clicked her tongue. “Oh, sure. I imagine narcotrafficking, human trafficking, and…” her voice dripped with sarcasm, every word laced with poisonous sweetness. The change in Jacobo was immediate. His back stiffened, his dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of irritation and wounded pride. “The signore doesn’t get involved in white slavery,” he replied firmly. “He’s against that.”