Pablo Escobar Quotes Espanol Novels & Stories

Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."

] His question was answered when Romero came running out of the warehouse carrying a slender figure, ‘Capo, capo, per l'amor del cazzo prendi l'elicottero, sta per morire, capo sbrigati sta per morire, cazzo.’ [Boss, Boss, for fucks sake get the helicopter, she’s going to die, Boss hurry she’s going to fucking die.] The terror in his voice brought Ricardo and Dmitri running toward him as he laid Alcina on the ground wrapped in his jacket, ‘Che cazzo.’ [What the fuck?]

I caught sight of him wiping what looked to be blood from his lip. “Cosa?” (What?) I motioned with my finger to the spot of blood he had missed at the corner of his lip. “Puttanella.” (Little bitch.) Pablo smirked, picking up the handkerchief from his pocket and dabbing his mouth. I could see the clear cut that had formed on the edge of his lip. “Mi ha morso.” (She bit me.) He laughed unnervingly as he noticed my stare. “Il Don ha detto di non toccarla.” (The Don said not to touch her.) Pablo could see the disapproving look I was giving him, but he didn’t seem to care.

them. "And who are you to tell us what to do?" One of them asked. "Don't hurt him, please leave him alone, please" My mom said ignoring their question. "Take one more step and we will end your life", one of them said and my mom stood where she was. "Get up", one of them said to my dad. My dad without wasting time, got up on his feet. "Thank you very much?" He said. "Shhhhh, there's no need to thank us, because you are about to leave this world", one of them replied. "Leave this world, please don't do this to me, what will befall my wife and my daughter if you guys kill me", my dad said getting on his knees. "You could have thought about that when Mr. Escobar asked you to perform th

Ace blurts out. "¡Hijueputa! ¡Doble hijueputa! ¡Triple hijueputa! ¡Culicagado! ¡Pirobo! ¡Gueva!" I scream out a slew of Colombian curse words meaning anything from mother f*cker to brat. I was so frustrated that I had seemingly transitioned into my mother tongue to swear my head off. I couldn't believe it. She had done it again. But this time, she had not only gotten past my men but also a top-of-the-line security system.

They turned on their heels, and marched Inside. Pablo hurried towards them, and bowed his head in respect. "Wake him up." Mr Xi ordered, and Xavier offered him a seat. Pablo returned with a bucket of water and dropped it on Mr Cho, he fidgeted, his eyes snapped open. "What the fvck is wrong with you? Don't you know how to wake someone politely?" He asked, and turned to the figures. "Se dici ancora una parola, ti strapperò gli intestini e te li daro (If you say one more word, I will plug out your intestine and feed them to you)" Pablo said, but Mr cho didn't get a word.

Catalina said, because what else could she say? "Don't be sorry," Carmen shook her head. "Be angry. That's what I am. Angry that people like us get thrown away. That our children get used like lab rats. That monsters like Esteban Torres get to sleep soundly while we..." She trailed off, wiping at her eyes. A man spoke up from the corner. He was younger, maybe thirty, with a scar running down the left side of his face. "You escaped Santa Costilla. That's what they're saying."

“Come on Pablo, you know every deal I make always works out don't you?” “I would not underestimate you, kid. I know how smart you are when it comes to business deals. But I must remind you about the consequences of not refunding me my money even when the deal crashes” “, and please keep in mind that that money should have its interest tied to it when returned, else it would be bigger trouble for you” He reminded. Pablo Picasso was not a man to joke with when it came to making of deals or borrowing of money. A Spanish mafia like him hate to be cheated, or even duped. The consequence was to be hanged to death or, better still, living without a dick.

“You said I did you a favor, Jacqueline. Explain what you mean by that,” Diego instructed with lethal cool. Playing for time, Jacqueline dragged in a ragged breath. “You’re an intelligent man, Diego. Can’t you guess?” Hard dark golden eyes rested on her with uncompromising force. “Answer my question, por favor. (Spanish for ‘if you will’ or ‘please’).” “If you insist...”

"That was because you couldn't keep your mouth shut. I told you that Diego couldn't stand Spaniards, yet you decided to cut into our conversation." I was doing business with a gang leader in the Cartel, Diego Salazar. He claimed to be a direct descendant of Montezuma, so he hated Spaniards with a passion for what they did to the Aztecs. I told Lorenzo to stand next to me and pay attention to what was happening. All we had to do was trade some diamonds for some cash. " Esto es impactante," Diego said. (This is shocking.) "¿Qué es? ¿El hecho de que esté comprando diamantes o el hecho de que esté haciendo negocios con un italiano?"