Jojo Tonio Novels & Stories

I will thank him later. Toni was dressed in his signature blue suit, white shirt, matching blue tie and shiny black leather shoes. His hair was styled the way he always was and…there was no bullet hole in sight. He did, however, have a goofy smile on his face. With wide eyes, I looked at Gio. “Doc,” he mouthed at me. I looked at Doc Richards with tears in my eyes and croaked out a thank you. He smiled and bowed his head.

“I apologized for separating you with your mother. It’s just. . .she cheated on me—” “Are you brainwashing me? Assuming that I’ll believe with your scripted intros? I honestly think about that, because I’m too exhausted fitting myself wherever I go,” said Tonio shaking off his father’s touch and look away. “It’s still fresh inside my head. How you wanted to left him because you’re tired of being poor, aren’t you?”

The pain in Levi's eyes is evident and I don't know why I didn't consider that most of Abaddon's team were also his closest friends, they all grew up together so they'll be grieving his loss like family. "Yes, Alpha." He nods, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows back the emotion. His hand lands on Cain's shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss." "Don't be, it's yours not mine, but I am sorry you're hurting." Cain replies and Levi closes his eyes for a moment, composing himself before he says goodnight. When he opens the door, I see Gene standing outside, waiting with a number of the warriors and they walk away together in the direction of his house.

“You have grown soft, Vector,” Trevor aka Tony Jones chuckled, a thin trail of blood racing down the corner of his mouth. He tried to lick the blood off the cut on the lips but he was too late to soothe the damage already done. “We might not have worked together but I heard a lot about you. And let me be fucking honest, what I heard is nowhere near what I’m seeing right now.”

“Boss… what the fuck is this?” Marco buttoned his shirt lazily, cock still hanging heavy between his legs. “Vittorio’s son came to borrow two million. He’s paying the interest with his tight hole. You boys have been working hard. Come collect your bonus.” The second capo, Tony—stocky, olive-skinned, with heavy muscles and a permanent five-o’clock shadow—laughed low. “Pretty boy. Looks like the Don already broke him in.” The third, Rico—lean and wiry with tattoos snaking up his arms and a cruel smile—stepped closer, eyes locked on my leaking ass. “He’s still dripping. Fresh creampie?”

“Fuck! I died again!” “So they’re here already” Tony says. He pulls out this phone and enters the gallery. “Tony! Abeg come and enter game, were losing too much.” Tony smiles and asks, “What WiFi are we using?” Nonso, one of my friends, a tall, nerdy looking dude, walks up to me. “X, how far na?”

"What's up, little Leah, surprised to see me?" Tony, seeing her silence, blinked at her. Leah's mind raced, quickly understanding—this was also Diana's assistance~ Tony, at a young age, was already a triple-golden award-winning actor. What's even rarer was his approach as a serious actor, yet his face could rival any idol. For years, he had kept a low profile, no scandals, no controversies, spanning from eight to eighty, all his fans. In theory, someone as low-key as Tony wouldn't do livestreams like this.

That was kind of their thing. Tony strutted in like he’d just stepped out of a bad gangster flick. Leather jacket, cigarette barely hanging from his lips, slicked-back hair trying to hide a receding hairline that had given up the fight years ago. Behind him came Joey, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room like he was casing it. Then a few more of Tony’s goons followed, fanning out and blocking the exit. I stood still, heart pounding, but I kept my voice steady. “Well, well. Couldn’t stay away, huh?”

The ladies came out laughing and feeling very tired. Tony took an extra ten minutes in the bathroom before emerging. He wiped his chiseled body and walked confidently to his closet. Despite not having any special occasion, Tony put on a simple t-shirt, and yet he still managed to look like a Greek god. Tony's chiseled body was a work of art, with sharp lines and defined muscles that would make any sculptor envious. His piercing brown eyes were captivating, and his nose was perfectly proportioned to his face. He had a strong jawline and full lips that always seemed to be smiling.

“ Hahaha, you haven’t noticed, have you? You are the only member of the Lombartti family, you have been so out of your mind you have fired all of your guards because you thought one of them was collectively killing off your family by another head family’s order. Now!?!? BWHAHAHA you and ONLY you are eating Joey, while I sit here with my chicken salad.” Tony’s reaction seemed slow at first, I watched as his face crashed with many different shades, shades I didn’t even know his face was capable of making. It was like watching someone age in front of you, the years flashing by as if it was a tape you could press forward on. I was straight hysterical.