Pablo Escobar Quotes In Spanish Novels & Stories

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.

* (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.)

“Muy bien. (Very good) I will let Barbie to process to shorten his months inside the cell. Silence the mother first and I will let mi hijo to silence the boy. Lo intiendes?” “Yes, Don Pablo. I got your back. Gracias port u tiempo. (Thank you for your time)”

He pointed a gun at me! "Kill me." I said with no hesitation. "Oh come on your wasting our time." The other men spoke. "Then leave if I'm wasting your time. You're wasting my time too." "Vamos a derrotarlos, hermanita." (Let's get rid of them, baby sister) I was surprised by what he said. Fortunately, we are the only ones who understand that language. ¿En serio? ¿Como puedo confiar en ti? Mataste a mi familia." (Really? how can I trust you? You killed my family?)

I’m just getting warmed up. I crouched over Marisol, shielding her from the flames, “You stupid saint,” I rasped, plucking dead butterflies from the woman’s hair. “You don’t get to die today.” Marisol’s laugh is a wet, broken thing. “Eres tan terco como él (You’re as stubborn as he is)." ******

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.

“Lo siento señor, but Pablo have always wanted to prove himself to you, he believed that if he takes him down that he would gain your respect. I tried to stop him, even Gabriella did but he didn’t listen, he wouldn’t. I’m sure Gabriella…” “Is dead,” the man finished for him, his eyes not leaving him, “do you think that he would kill mi hijo and he would leave his girlfriend? That man has no heart, he has no soul. That man isn’t called El Diablo for no reason, do I need to tell you the meaning? In all the people you allowed my son to assassinate, you chose El Diablo, you chose The devil, Andrés, El Diablo,” he ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner, “El Diablo,” he repeated a

Victor was shocked “Are you sure that was what he said?” Victor had to be certain “Yes” translator said “Yes… you keep money… all money” Romero tried putting the English together “Thank you… I am grateful but… why?” Victor asked, he translated “Quiero que armes tu equipo porque odio los errores” “I want you to set up your team because I hate errors” “Thank you very much, I will do that. You have nothing to fear” Victor said “Pero si me traicionas” “But if you betray me”

Pablo had a questioning look on his face, when I droped the back to the table. "Oh! Don't look at me like that, I am a doctor and i am here to administer pain" He still looked confused till I opened up the bag and he gasped. Never had anyone known that a day would come, where I would finally lay my hands on Pablo, for the evil he did. "You cannot use these things on me. I am Don Pablo and you ought to understand that even if you kill me today, the boys will rise" I chuckled at his hopelessly ego that he so adore so much to the extent that it felt like it was giving him lots of hope.

(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.