Itto X Thoma Novels & Stories

I ignored Vito’s side comments and continued driving. “So what did you go to take care of in the morning?” It skipped my mind for some while but I finally remembered he ditched me for something important. “It was Thomas.” He sighed. “Some people held him hostage because he was owing them money.” His once happy mood turned sour. “Damn. He just came to New York and he’s already owing people?” Vito shook his head. “They came from Italy. Apparently, he has been paying them for some years and came to New York because he got tired of paying.” He explained.

Aurora clarified. "Wait a minute!" exclaimed Thomas, just like everyone else in the room. "My holy shirtless Brad Pitt! Let me understand... You're playing hard to get, and he's giving you gifts to sleep with you?" "That's not it at all! I'm not playing hard to get, and he's not giving me gifts," she explained. "Don't fool me, I like it!" Thomas said, with a mischievous smile. "I'm telling the truth. I was very clear in saying that I'm not interested, but he keeps pursuing me."

After seeing the girl I'm with, Thomas, the valet, teased me and exclaimed, "Yow! Khali, going home already? Who’s that girl? Khali's going out with a girl? This is news!" "Just shut up, Thomas," I said, and he responded with a laugh. Thomas is a friend of mine who is also a chic magnet, but unlike Steven, he never tries to flirt with them because it isn't his priority. He claims that he wishes to work professionally. His features are manly, and he has tanned skin that appeals to girls He handed me my car key, and I walked to the shotgun seat to open the car and let the inebriated human dumpling in.

Shola said handing Thomas an ice pack for his swollen eye . " Fasting isn't going to let us get away that easy, Sunday should have died a long time ago " Thomas said and hissed as he place the icepack on his eye. " I underestimated him, he is a lot tougher than we thought " Shola said. " And Reuben and that bitch helping him doesn't make it any easier, " Thomas said and stood up ' they can't have gone far, find them, the earlier you do, the earlier we can fix this " Thomas said and handing the ice pack back to Shola he walked out of the room.

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

a voice from inside the car says. “I’m waiting on an uber, but thanks,” she says. Thomas gets out of the car. “Cancel it. I will be your driver tonight,” he says. He opens the door for her and she gets in. Luca is watching from across the street. He sees everything. He is infuriated. He follows them. “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you,” Thomas says. “I thought you might be good company,” Reese says. “I heard your brother married Kitty Kat. Wow, that’s awesome,” Thomas says.

I asked Thomas in a monotone voice, not showing any fear. On the other hand, I was well aware of his personality. He was notorious for being ruthless and vicious toward other fighters who were involved in his illegal activities. He treated them like his dogs, not like humans. Thomas Wyatt is a monster, as evidenced by the fact that he stopped in front of me and, without saying hello or goodbye, his hand flew into the air and back-slapped me. My head turned 45 degrees to the left, causing me to sneer in surprise. 'Hell! He's wearing a ring that scratched my cheek. It stung! '

Both maybe? “Hey, you okay, space cadet?” Thomas chuckles, running his hand through his chestnut brown hair. “What? Oh, yeah! I’m fine,” Carl nervously laughs, snapping back into reality. Not now, dude. Focus! Carl thinks to himself, trying hard not to look at Thomas for fear of his anxiety showing. HONKKKKKKK! “Shit, that’s Orville! Dude, we better hustle! Get Dave and let’s go!” Thomas exclaims as he grabs his baby blue Drugs and Tears sweater from the couch and jets out the front door.

|Thomas| A famous I* influencer gags between my thighs, eyes stinging, and lips smudged with lipstick. I hum to the sensation, smoke puffing out of my lips. She raises her head, and I clench my teeth. "Do you want the deal or not?" My voice comes out flat. She nods, trying to look seductive. "Then suck and swallow." I lean back, observing her eager compliance. So dumb. A notification chimes on the armrest—a notification from my burner account flares across the screen.

Thomas argues back. In a split of a second Brett growls and grabs Thomas by the throat. Shit he was fast. I walk up to them clearing my throat. “Is there a problem?” I ask. Brett loosens his grip on Thomas’ throat before running his hands back through his hair. “No, we are all good.” He storms off. “Everything ok Thomas?” I ask letting my Alpha aura roll off me. He flinches before answering me “Yes Alpha. It’s information I can’t share but please know I would always keep Willow and Louis safe in your absence.”