Pablo Escobar Quotes Espanol Novels & Stories

(Boss) A voice called he knew immediately it was Leo, Luciano's cousin. "¿què pasa?" He asked as he lit up a cigar. ( What's new) "malas noticias, jefe" the underlying worry in his voice was obvious. [Bad news] "què occurir?" He asked suddenly worried, and suspecting something real bad might have happened. [ What happened?] "Some of our drugs were stolen...." "què carajo" _ what the fuck_. Turning his swivel chair, he rolled the cigar in-between his fingers and clenched them so hard like he wanted to snuff out the cigar with his fingers.

He says to Lorenzo who bows to him. “Consideralo fatto don(Consider it done boss)"Lorenzo says before walking away. Pablo takes out a cigar and lights it. Then, a tall well built man walks up to him and bows before him. "Ciao don.(Hello boss.)” He says standing beside Pablo. Pablo inhales cigar and curls out smoke from his mouth before turning to him. "è bello vederti Matteo.” (It's nice to see you Matteo).” Pablo says to him.

'No friend, on the house'. I said "OK." I felt a little thirsty and drank a long pull on the bottle. It was cold and refreshing. I was thankful at that moment. I should have known something was up when I offered Tammie a drink of my beer and someone stopped me. "Ninguin amigo que sea para ti le conseguire algo." 'No friend that is for you, I will get her something.'

“It's Spanish,specifically spoken in Colombia” I stilled, the glass hovering near my lips “Colombia?” Sergei turned the phone towards me, showing a close-up image of the knife. The inscription now clear was written in Spanish ‘La deuda se paga con sangre’ “The debt is paid in blood” I muttered Sergei leaned forward. “It's a calling card Pakhan. Belongs to a faction of the Colombian cartel that deals in drug trade and smuggling. My research shows they were at odds with your father years ago”.

Well he knew for sure that he hadn''t heard that word from him after he tried to impale him with a knife doused with wolfsbane. Or the time that he ..... "Stop it" His wolf chastised him before he could start dwelling on the numerous times he had tried to kill Kendall. "Why should I? It's the truth isn't it?" Escobar said with a chuckle as he looked at his hands. He knew how many times his hands were covered in Kendall blood. "You couldn't control yourself. You didn't do it in purpose and I think deep down he knows." His wolf said as Escobar just muted him before making breakfast.

I shook my head quickly. “What language then?” “Español, obviamente.” His lips twitched. Amusement. Barely there, but I saw it. I clasped my hands together dramatically. “Como no hablas español, puedo insultarte como quiera, pero déjame ir.” (Since you don’t speak Spanish, I can insult you all I want, but please let me go.) He tilted his head like he understood every word. Before he could reply, headlights sliced through the dark. A cab slowed, horn blaring.

he smiles evilly, “not surprised I see, I mean nothing surprises you these days anymore” “You mother fucker” I scoff, “I would fucking kill you. You think you can steal from me, shoot my men and me and go scot free?” “Yes, yes I can. I mean I have done all those things, what else is there?” He laughs. “Kill me now Sánchez, no tengo ninguna piedad cuando se trata de la muerte” I don't have any mercy when it comes to death. “siempre hay piedad en la muerte”

Though, with the tone behind the man's voice, he could sense whatever that was coming wasn't a good one. “Pablo Escobar, for what you've done, you shall be burnt to death.”

He glared at his friend. "Do you think his father would give us any dime if he can't speak?" Pablo snapped in Spanish. "Do it later." "You want money from my father?" Vikrant asked. "¿hablas español?" Pablo's eyes widened. "Sí." He replied. "I can speak 14 languages fluently. So there's nothing you say here that I won't understand." "How do you like him now?" Enzo mumbled, still very cross with his friend. "Go bring the girl." Pablo waved him away.

* (Son of a bitch, I’m going to fuck your girl in the asshole, you can kill me, you queer. Even though my Spanish is a bit rusty, I answered him in his own idiom, surprising him: “Dime dónde Samantha es, o rasgar la garganta tan lentamente que va a rogar a morir.”* (Tell me where Samantha is, or I’ll tear your throat so slowly that you’ll beg to die.)