Pablo Escobar Quotes In Spanish の小説・ストーリー

“How’s your leg?” But before I can answer all hell breaks loose on the other side of the hallway. “WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU DID TO HER!! ELLA ES TU MIO PENDEJO !!” Ximena screams out, we hear something shatter and some other Spanish profanities that I definitely have to learn if I stay here.

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.

- "I love you, you know that right?" "Te quiero, papa, te veo esta noche." - "I love you, daddy, see you tonight" "Necesito hablar con usted y solo a él, por favor?" - "I need to talk to you and him alone, please" "Si" - "Yes" "Serán los padrinos de mi hijo, por favor?" - "Will you be my child's godparents, please?" "Si, me encantaria" - "Yes, I'd love to"

“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.

" Eso es lo que piensas eh? (That's what you think huh?)" " Ese es el hecho. Nunca consideraré a un hombre que solo piensa en sí mismo, en la fama, el dinero y el poder como mi padre. Eres asqueroso Alejandro Martinez. Sabes cuántas vidas has arruinado? Cuantas familias? Cuántos niños inocentes? Duermes con la conciencia tranquil y eso es para Mostar lo malady que eres. Nunca te he Amado Alejandro y nunca te amaré (That's the fact. I will never consider a man who only thinks of himself, fame, money and power as my father. You are disgusting Alejandro Martinez. Do you know how many lives you've ruined?. How many families?. How many innocent children?.

“You see, you trained me yourself, uncle. You trained me to be the fire and the cold, to be a monster and deceiver. What you do not seem to understand is that I’ve added my own little set of skills since then. I was formidable then. I’m fucking destructive now. Don’t come after my woman again, that’s the second fair warning. The third time will be war.” For a second, Escobar says nothing. Then he rises to his feet and retrieves his favourite bottle of expensive whiskey. “You, Mason, would have still been a billionaire while working for the mafia. It was easy money, but you chose to forsake us.” His lips twist with disdain, “you chose the normal, boring path meant for pussies.” “Your billions

'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.'

Probably I wouldn't wish what I was going through to happen to anyone even on my worst enemy. After a while, the music stopped and the boss talked. They were discussing their shady business deals."Pablo, I support your idea. This coca business is getting out of hand, man!" "What do you think, gringo?" Wait, did I just hear gringo? But the boss hated gringos?

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.