Pablo Escobar Mug Photo Novels & Stories

They were probably some kind of mafia or something. "Accept them or you're doomed," Pablo repeated his words. This time, he revealed something tucked in his waist by lifting his jacket. Bella's eyes widened. She couldn't believe what she saw. A gun rested at his waist. My goodness, her suspicion was correct. This man was dangerous, and it could be presumed that Marco Vilante was even more dangerous. "So?" Pablo curled his lips. It seemed that showing the gun to the girl worked. Bella fell silent and seemed to be thinking about something.

“But I can see that he will follow your wife.” I left Kaelis with Marisol, who had already hooked their arms together, and followed Miguel as he led us to his private office. It was spacious, warm and inviting. It didn’t look like a place where you’d discuss murder and war. Diego poured drinks for us and we gathered around his war table. Maps were spread out and on a pin board against the wall, were pictures of the top Suarez Cartel members. A red cross had been made on the picture of the man I’d killed outside the fire house. I grinned as I looked at it.

My sister comes over and grabs my arms, "He and that creep Ralph were fucking some mobster's wife when he found them. The mobster shot Ralph and threw shithead off the balcony." "Did the cops get him?" "No, and I don't care. If I ever meet him, I'll kiss him. I don't even know his name." "Paco Robles, from Mantanzas, Cuba," I say. Morgan releases my arms and stares at me, "How do you know that?"

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.

"And Jim Davis did not kill my grandfather. Believe me." Pablo Diez was not about to take that on faith. I need backup! Trying his walkie-talkie again, he got only static. The entrance was still good twenty yards behind him, and Pablo began backing up slowly, choosing to leave his gun trained on the man on the floor. As Pablo inched backward, he could see the woman across the room raising her UV light and scrutinizing a large painting that hung on the far side of the Salle des Etats, directly opposite the Mona Lisa.

The Bellandi estate had a private plot, reserved for burying the men most loyal to the family—a sacred place where their names would be etched in stone as a testament to their sacrifice. Jacobo lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly. “This whole thing is a fucking madhouse,” he muttered, watching as the last body was dragged away. Fabrizzio didn’t look up from the weapon he was inspecting. He nodded slightly, focused as he reassembled the gun and placed it carefully on the table with the others. “It is,” he murmured. “I hope the girl pulls through,” Jacobo added, eyes fixed on the front entrance as if expecting Dante to burst in with news.

I really want to see her but I need to take care of Pablo because he's crossing the line with my woman. I sent Caesar to carry some of my mafiosos to Pablo's mansion I don't want violence because I know Pablo will never die he's like a god of death who never dies even if I kill him in my send errands to another unknown human to execute his long-lost plan same thing with his father he took after his father Escobar. His father was my dad's greatest enemy, he would always kill one of my dad's mafiosos, but I don't want to be aggressive with Lily. I am trying to be the type of man she deserves, I want to have her in my arms all day.

I inquired. "Of course, you don't get compliments from such a handsome dude like me every day," he explained. "Well I didn't appreciate your compliment, take it back," I said "I'm afraid I won't be able to." It's a pleasure to meet you; my name is Pablo Escobar, and I used to work for the Black Mafia. How about you, baby?" He casually introduces himself and must be pleased to be a member of The Black Mafia. I wasn't surprised; from all indicators, I knew he was a member, which is why I was still observing his demeanour.

Once inside, Pablo grabbed a cigarette from his desk, lighting it as he watched Natalie with narrowed eyes. "Speak, then," he said, his tone as sharp as his gaze. Natalie took out her phone, turning the screen toward Pablo and showing him the photo. She saw his eyes flick over the image, his expression remaining stony as he took in the implications. She knew it would take more than just a photo to sway a man like Pablo.

I signaled to Miguel to bring him outside so we could have a chat. Ten minutes later, Miguel brought a struggling Pablo to me. I was leaning on the car parked outside, and when Pablo saw me, his expression changed. He was guarded before and angry, but his anger seemed to dissipate, leaving only caution behind. "Tell me about your daughter," I told him. "Who's asking?" he asked with a sneer. I was familiar with his type. He would demand money for the information. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of €1,000 in cash and tossed it to him.