Pablo Escobar Quotes Espanol Novels & Stories

Sebastian Petrosky “Where is my son!” I scream at the man, holding him by his shirt collar as I bash my fists into his slick, bloodied face. “Huh? Donde está mi hijo?” Julio Vega is one of the men the shooter from the house had named under Madison’s surgical interrogation. He probably doesn’t know much, but it gave me something to do with my hands while Victor interrogated Esteban Morales.

I asked, raising my brows as I sip the hot coffee. “ I didn't say that, just that you make people underestimate you then you step on them leaving them at the brick of death.”. He said with a smile focusing on his face. “ Well, isn't that what you want for him?” I said arranging some files at my corner knowing it was Oliver. “ That is what I want, Tesoro .” He said in a low tone. “ What did you say last?” I asked, the language seemed off and he speaks strange languages over the call most times.

Doctor Escobar made the shocking revelation. It was now clear to Kelly where Doctor Escobar drew the inspiration from. "Who cares if you got a kid that acts like me? That's not enough to make me bend to your wish. Perhaps, you want to start a trouble you can't finish," Dexter retaliated. He was starting to regain his momentum again. "I see what you trying to achieve with this. Hopefully, we see how it's gonna end," like a wise man, Escobar spoke in parables to confuse Dexter.

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“Drive.” "Sadly, you didn't." It restarted the car. "Your name is really Pablo." He said shaking his head “Yeah right…” There was a long pause and then he spoke. “Esteban.” His face darkened. "What? Your name is actually Esteban." It mimics a teasing tone of voice. He folded his arms. "I am your commander. Respect me, Escobar!" he said in a cold voice. Pablo just shrugged his shoulder. "Respect my ass, Montecillo," he said in a bored voice.

I knew she was getting serious, but she shouldn't be over confident, it might get her in mess. "Just get me the shit, and that's all." PapI stated with a tone of finality. "Martina, we are doing this together," I announced to her. "Oh. Thought you were out of the mob." She stated mockingly. "Is that meant as a compliment or an insult Martina?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "It's a question, Pablo Escobar the second." I noticed the sarcasm in her voice. "Yeah right?" I replied to her sarcastically.

It only took a couple of seconds before someone picked up his call. "Release the garbage." [I'm sorry, Fratello. I didn't get that,] answered the man's voice from the other line. "Clean your ears, Escobar. I said, release the garbage." He closed his eyes, then drank some more wine again. [Are you goddamn serious?] He heard his brother curse in disbelief. "Yes."

He stayed quiet the moment he realized that people were starting to rise. Slowly, Alejandro leaned forward as he whispered into Escobar's ear, “Let it be known that I don't issue empty threats. I meant every damn word I just said. If you still think I am not equal to the task, put me to the test, “

I replied. But Don Pablo hadn't stopped laughing. "Oh! I remember now. I guess he was trying to play the hero then," He said, his words dripping with sarcasm as he spoke, "He's quite the lover boy, and just like always, he tried to risk his life again," he added. My brows drew together as his words dropped in my heart like a stone, His words made me uneasy, bit I quickly shoved it aside as I decided not to read meaning to his words.

“Palooka — necesitas encabezar una entrega. El Don insiste.{Palooka —you need to lead a delivery. Don insists}” Antonio exhaled hard, frustrated. He looked at Nevena— raw hunger and promise. “We’re not done,” he murmured. He lowered her to the floor, grabbed the towel, and stalked toward the bathroom. “I’m coming right back.” Then back to the phone: “Hazte cargo tú — bastardo,” {Handle it yourself — Bastard}” he growled. “Y a menos que alguien se esté muriendo, no me vuelvas a llamar {And unless someone is dying—don’t call me again}”