Pablo Escobar Son Book Novels & Stories

He sighs deeply when reminiscing about the Taser gun he held and warns him to strike on his crotch. Denver goes down to the next cabinet and sees a bunch of books and a notebook with some files. He has no idea what’s inside the folders as he scrolls and finds some lawsuits against someone named Pablo. “Pablo… Marquez?” He blinks twice and searches for other files until he sees an old picture between the thin pages. “Is this Angelito—“ his heart beats so fast when this picture seems familiar! Denver squeezes his eyes in confusion. This picture is familiar in any means.

I can count that as a second reason after the main reason. "He sells and uses drugs. He abducts and sells fire arms without the proper government issue or registration," Giovanni continued. "But why now is it not publicized? He's walking and roaming around like a normal citizen," Kuya Sébastien wondered. "He can handle the government at his will. Escobar is known to protect major criminals in this country. Pablo is also rich; what else can we expect?" Giovanni answered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes without a second's thought after hearing that. He's still sarcastic as ever, and I don't wonder anymore because he's close to Kuya Sébastien.

He asks and I sigh. "I've known Martin for years sir and he's doesn't have any enemies, at least none that I'm aware of. He has never mentioned anything about being owed money and he can't be the debtor cause he has lots of money. So I have absolutely no clue as to why anyone would want to kill him." I reply him honestly and he hands me a paper that had Martin's handwriting. "It seems he wrote a letter to someone and although it's not in good shape, we're not disputing it's importance. Read it and see if anything comes to mind." He says and I'm a little bit confused.

She asked. "Nah, it's just that I need to go down to Nevada" "Oh." I said and got down from the car, and we both walked into the house using my key. "And finally she's back" I heard Mary say immediately as I entered the house. "Hey. Mary." Pablo greeted me. "Pablo Escobar, what's up with you. And good morning to you too" she said sarcastically I just ignored her, and hugged Pablo bidding him goodbye. since he drove my car back, it's either he caught the bus or he got to order uber.

Then I understood why those men called me Princess the entire time. What they actually meant was Mafia Princess? The heir to take over my father's business. Fvcking hell! That was what Uncle Danny talked about over the voice call. More news made me realize Papá was the modern version of Pablo Escobar, the famous drug dealer. He was known over Italy under the code name 'The Pill Lord' and was the most dangerous mafia man to ever exist there. Many unbelievable things I read about him. They say he was a killer, a rapist, a devil incarnate in the form of a human but I've never known him to be such things.

"I mean, we are at the background, staring at a woman that led us to a strip club that turned out to be another building for some sort of activities we know nothing about and here we are, answering an instruction from a man who we barely know. A man who wants us to make a decision for him. What the fuck is wrong with you man? Are you high on drugs? Do you take Cocaine?" Carlos laughed as he smashed his right palm on his forehead as if to calm a terrible blood flow going on there. "Do I look like fucking Escobar to you?" "Who is Escobar?" Michael asked. "Pablo Escobar is a popular and influential Colombian drug lord who burnt millions of dollars to save his daughter life," Savannah answered.

“Fine. Go ahead.” Carmina gave a sharp smile. “I might already have a lead.” I inhaled sharply. “Where?” “Colombia. A small cartel splinter group has been moving unusually quiet shipments. My father believes Pablo is using them to stay off-grid.” I leaned forward, my heart pounding. “Do we have a name?” “Not yet. One of our informants says there's a man, he could be Pablo's proxy.” I clenched my fists. “If he’s using a proxy, it means he’s close. He never delegates far from himself.”

“I have come with a heavy heart and a prayer before the church’s hallowed halls, seeking help, for my enemy has waged a war against my household. I want his name scraped from the face of the earth and his empire burnt to ashes.” “State the name of your enemy.” “Escobar Scuderi.” I hear a slight rustle in the priest’s box as he stamps Escobar’s name in red ink. “It is done. Drop your offering in the box as you take your leave.” “Thank you, father.” I drop my offering, which is the sum of ten million dollars, and all the details of the attack in the makeshift offering box.

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.

"Please, stop. I'll tell you. Just don't hurt her." "Papa, don't…" Catalina tried to speak, but her mouth was full of blood. "The book has names," Miguel said quickly. "The founders. The real ones, not the puppet masters like you, Esteban. The ones who pull your strings. Government officials. Contractors. Cartel bosses from three countries. It has dates, locations, and bank accounts." Reyes leaned forward, he seemed interested now. "And where is this book?" "Hidden," Miguel said. "Somewhere you'll never find it."