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Strong enough to defeat anyone that opposed me, and without a care in the world. “Yes, I do. What’s wrong with that?”, I fired back indignantly. I was tired of people telling me what was right or wrong. They could all go to hell for all I care. But then, Ente nodded his head approvingly. “Very good Tony, What I did to you, just increased your shard output exponentially.” He turned away and started fading.

"That shit must be aching, man." "Man, you're a very strong guy. I'll tell you that much," Jerry chimed in, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees to face Tony fully. "Because I don't think if it was me, I'd be able to just sit here, completely chill and calm the way you are." "For real, man," Marcus agreed, his eyes locked on Tony. "How are you even doing it?" Tony’s chest rose as a silent, heavy breath escaped him.

"I don't want to die yet." "You can question my character, but you can't question my driving," Tony feigned being heartbroken. Sierra looked at him. "Were you possessed by Marcus?" Marcus looked baffled as his eyes shifted back and forth between the two. What did this have to do with him? Tony finally quieted down, but it only lasted a moment. After two or three quiet minutes in the car, he started again. "Ms. Bell." Sierra looked up at him. Tony asked something much more serious. "Have you thought about the worst possible outcome?"

Monti asked "There is a lot of things l know how to do that you wouldn't even imagine" she answered Monti tried to imagine the beautiful woman in front of him with a gun but he just couldn't She was rude and cunning yes but shoting someone, that was impossible or so it seemed to him. When he was done eating, she put the tray aside and sat beside him "Aint you going to bed, am sure its pretty late and you had a long day" he said She nodded "Am going to sleep right here, i cant afford leaving you all alone when you could do something stupid again" she said

Tony must be exposed, but it must be done right. As we pull up to Tony’s place, he finally speaks, his voice a whisper. “Thank you for defending me back there,” he says, his eyes wide with a mix of gratitude and fear. I give him a tight-lipped smile, knowing I have to keep up the act a little longer.

My jaw tightened as Tony's harsh words hung in the air. "But hey," he continued with a mocking grin, "maybe you'll find your place back in Mancini's world like you did before. After all, they say one man's trash is another man's treasure. Who knows, he might like the stench of desperation." I swallowed the bitterness rising within, my composure teetering on the edge of the abyss. "You are going to die soon, Tony, I will make sure of it," I said the words tasted like ashes as they left my lips.

"If my second uncle's accident is related to you, then you're dead." Hearing this, Tony smiled strangely. A wolf's eyes are always on its prey. It's the same with being a person. As long as the goal is firm, it's easy to succeed. In those years, he didn't fail at anything he did. "Gilbert, you wait. I will repay you for what you did to me today." After saying that, Tony turned and left. Gilbert watched his struggling back, and a strange smile appeared on his lips. "Chairman, although a wolf is fierce, its fighting power is limited. When the people around you have all left, can you, alone, be as invincible as you were when you were young?"

I asked him with a laugh. Tony rolled his eyes "You've done a lot of me. So thanks" He said before turning away. Lorenzo watched as Tony walked away with his mouth hanging open. "What?" I asked him "I didn't even know he knew that word" Enzo joked. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. "Bring my mate home safe" Quinton said out loud. Whether he was talking to Paul or Lorenzo remains unknown...maybe it was to both? "Don't worry" Paul groaned out.

I just needed to bottle up all my emotions until something good came along. Tonia's voice was reassuring as she said, "Remember when you were frustrated before you got the job at Prescott Empire? You were so frustrated, but look how things turned out. Hold up, girl, I trust that something good is coming." Her words were meant to comfort me, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of desperation. I was tired of hearing "it's going to be fine" every day without any tangible change. I needed an actual breakthrough.

"You are not doing it quite right if you truly want to reach your max." "What do you mean?" I was getting offended by what he was insinuating. Monty came closer to me and perched on the edge of the bathtub. He collected the lighter from me and sparked it as the flame rose. He placed his palm above the fire and allowed it burn for a minute. He shook his head and I took it as a sign that it had no effect on him.

If Laney survives this, I hope she can’t remember that it was her hand that squeezed the life out of him. “Stop wasting time!” Monty yells over his shoulder, as he deflects a hit. “JUST FUCKING GO!” His voice echoes its command, and I move in accordance. Rome doesn’t have to trust me, shit, I’d be weary if she did, but the enemy is mere feet away and if getting her to the throne is the thing that will save her, or end this war that seems to only be growing, then I have to try, for her.

That I enjoyed it. “You’re good at this,” Tony says finally. “And I don’t tell people that. But you’ve crushed any future Lombardi problems, knocked the Coppolas into line, whipped our sorry asses into shape.” He pauses. “Even Dante admitted it was impressive.” My chest squeezes. I don’t care, don’t care, don’t care! These tears are… are from drinking my coffee too hot, nothing else. I swig more as if to prove it. Tony’s phone rings, and he checks the caller ID.

He avoided Logan's gaze and looked away toward the window. "It doesn't matter," Monty said. "It matters enough that you fought him," Logan replied. Monty didn't say anything to that. He kept looking at the window. Logan waited. He was good at waiting. He had learned patience the hard way since coming to Hericon because in this place patience was sometimes the only tool available to him. After a long moment, Monty spoke. "He kept calling me a breeder," Monty said. His voice was flat when he said it. Like he had practiced making it flat so it wouldn't shake.

Montana regarding the collision. Anthony's warnings echo brutally in my mind: 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘛 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘭. AUTHOR'S NOTE : Thank you for going through this clusterfuck Luncheon with me. What follows is absolute sweetness that we signed up for. May no problems arise again. See you in next chapters for fun and giggles.

she said and walked out, Mr Montero was left standing there following her with his eyes until she disappeared, He then turned and saw that Steve had not moved an itch "Steven Dante, am sorry you lost the case" he said sarcastically "I might have lost the case Jeff Montero but this is just the beginning of your nightmares" Steve sternly replied with no fear "I would like to know what gives you the guts to try and mess with me though" Mr montero moved closer to Steve until they stood tall to tall "I never lose Steven and the sooner you realize that the better, don't play with fire, you wont like the way it will burn you next time" he warned

Am I thinking too much? "Stop overthinking, Tony. It is not what you are thinking!" Tanya said, a playful smile spreading on her face. "You are so transparent that even a kid would know what you're thinking," she laughed, throwing her head back before continuing through her laughter, "I am not saying I would have married you. I am saying as your friend, I could have simply helped you take care of Twen as another parent."

“You’re playing your little game with Talia, and I get it. She’s fresh. She’s fire. But don’t forget, I know you, Maxton. Better than she ever will.” She smiled sweetly and turned to walk away. And like an idiot, I laughed. Not because it was funny. But because Bambi always made poison taste like candy, and I was still learning how not to bite. NOW. I flicked the cigarette off the edge and watched it fall, ending glowing like a tiny ember of my own self-destruction. “Maxton?” I turned at the sound of the voice. It was Tony. Of course. He walked over, two paper cups in hand. Coffee. Or tea. Probably some hippie made that coffee and swore fixed broken hearts. Tony was always the type to believe superstitions.

Our eyes met, and I spoke softly, sincere gratitude coloring my words. "I owe you my life, Tony," I said, acknowledging the depth of his sacrifice and the profound impact it had on me. It was a debt that I knew I could never fully repay. "For blood, for life," Tony responded, his voice filled with conviction. Tony drove away. I watched his car disappear into the distance.

He locked eyes with the Don’s. The lampshade on the table is giving an interrogation vibe. Especially with their positions. ‘They are the interrogators and I’m the interrogatee.’ Tony finds it funny. “Nothing really.. I just miss the family,” he said flatly. His voice said one thing. His tone another. “Non dire cazzate! (Don’t say bullshit!),” his father snapped. Tony threw a nonchalant glance to his father who started to pace behind the Don. Leandro’s face was hard—no trace of the misty eyes from earlier.

“Yeah. I think it could have been hotter,” “Myra has always liked her spicy food,”Kat shakes her head, laughing at Tony as pours more milk into his mouth. He groans. “For fucks sake babe that shit ain’t ate able,” he tells me and I laugh. Tony’s always been a funny guy with a tough guy act but this has taken the cake on all his pranks. I know I’ll hear about it once he gets the feeling back in his tongue about laughing but I just can’t help myself. This shits funny.