Pablo Escobar Quotes In Spanish Novels & Stories

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.

“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}”

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.”

“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”.

"You came here thinking I needed you. That I’d bow to a table of snakes. But here’s what you forgot..." I circled the table slowly, letting the tension build. "I don’t build empires by asking. I build them by taking." "Y si viniste aquí a negociar, siéntate como un hombre. Pero si viniste a provocarme…" (And if you came here to negotiate, sit like a man. But if you came to provoke me…) I paused directly behind Diego. "…saldrás sin lengua." (…you’ll leave without a tongue.)

I pull them out slowly, watching the way my pussy clenches around nothing. The sheets are tangled from last night, the scent of Rodriguez’s cologne faint but there. I bury my face in the pillow and scream. Escobar’s words echo in my skull. I don’t want you. Rodriguez’s voice follows, a whisper in the dark. You don’t have to let him.

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.

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."

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.

“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...”