Jojo Tonio Novels & Stories

“Keep them alive until they are begging for death.” Luciano turned to finally get his son from his man, but he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes locked onto Tonio, who was pinned flat against the floor by the soldiers, his face pressed to the tile. Even with a boot on his back, the traitor was still watching the Don sneakily through lowered eyelashes. Luciano prowled toward him like an apex predator reaching its prey. In one explosive motion, he grabbed Tonio by the hair, lifted his body, and slammed his face violently into the wall. Tonio cried out loudly, “Sorry, Boss! Sorry!”

What kind of fucking question was that? "I should be asking you that?" Tonia folded her arms as she glared at Antonio. "I'm Antonio Rodriguez. You?" He leaned to her level, his two hands on his knees. "Antonia Rodriguez. Wait! We share the same surname" Tonia gave me a questionable glance. Acting dumb, I raised my eyebrow at her. "I guess we're related. Right mummy?" Antonio asked, dragging out the 'mummy'. It sounded like he was mocking me but maybe I'm just overthinking it.

Giovanna breathe out shakily after a long time and then replied " sure my underboss, I will get the job done. You can turn on the TV, the promotion is live " " Sure darling, welcome to the Santinos family " Marco said as he grinned. " I'm loving it already " Giovanna smile. After some seconds Marco disconnected and then turn to one of the staff in the colly. " Let's watch Giovanna's live event. That would help us in figuring out what's going on outside konstantin's lair " His order were taken swiftly. Some screen shows Giovanna while some shows Iris and Delphine's State. Everywhere now grew silence once more and they watch the event unfold before their very eyes.

“I see Frank trains his men to endure pain. But rest assured, Frank didn’t have enough brains in his thick fucking skull to come up with the kinds of torture I can. We’re just getting started. You want to tell me about the lines of succession now?” The capo hisses out a breath between his teeth and says nothing. I crush another finger without waiting, and this time, he yelps. “Getting there.” I roll my eyes at Tony. “Almost a word. Do we want to try something easier? How about your name?” “Leo,” he grunts. “Leo, good.” I smile as Tony circles around behind him, and Leo twists in his seat, trying to see my capo. “Well, Leo, who inherits the Lombardi farm?”

Carter sat in the VIP room while Leo is wheeled back to surgery. His hand was badly damaged and needed a few screws and plates. There would be a lot of recovery and rehab for this momentary temper tantrum of his. Carter was trying to find evidence of the theft of property by Mr. Shoten and what, if anything, he was doing with the prototype. Thankfully, Leo had a few people he could really trust and with KK's help, the process was going smoothly so far.

Tony picked up a glass and smiled coldly, “I have to say that her son is a good-for-nothing. Other than indulging himself in eating, drinking, gambling, and frequenting the brothels, he knew nothing. Since I hadn’t married yet, I decided to nurture him myself. However, I didn't expect that he would die in your hands. What a loser.” Barbara’s chest was heaving up and down rapidly. Although those things were in the past, she still couldn't help herself but feel terrified when she learned some of the connections. Helios glanced at her and switched to another topic. “It's no wonder that you can monopolize half of the entertainment industry in Asperia. So you don't have any weaknesses.” Tony rema

“Both of us? That’s bold. What if he thinks we’re nuts?” “Then he’s not worth it, come on, let’s see what he’s about.” We grabbed our drinks and strolled over, weaving through the crowd. Up close, Alec was even better. Tall, maybe six-two, with dark curly hair and perfect green eyes. He was leaning against the bar and sipping a whiskey. “Hi,” Toni started, flashing her brightest smile. “I’m Toni, this is Tazz. Couldn’t help but notice you standing here all mysterious.”

A rustle moved through the crowd. Tonya’s shoulders trembled as she stood there, tears streaming freely down her face. Her eyes stayed glued to the screen in her mind, the truth she couldn’t deny anymore. Guilt twisted hard in her chest, her fingers curling before she slowly lifted her hand too. More hands followed. The decision was sealing itself. “Seriously?” Giovanni’s voice cracked through the room, sharp and unhinged. Heads turned. His eyes burned as they locked onto Tonya, fury spilling over. “After everything I’ve done for you, you stupid...”

I needed air so I turned my back on the staring men, slipped out the side door, and walked down the dim corridor toward the kitchens. ​"Kira." ​I stopped. Tonino stepped out of the shadows. My cousin was twenty-five, with a weak chin and dark hair slicked back with too much gel. He always smelled like cheap cologne and sweat. ​"Tonino. Leave me alone," I said, keeping my voice flat.. ​He stepped closer, blocking my path to the door. "You look good in that dress. Must be easy to unwrap." ​"Get out of my way." ​"Not yet." Tonino smiled. It was a nasty, wet smile. "You think you're better than us now? Because the Boss of the Iron Citadel wants to fuck you?"

Maybe I had been overreacting. I rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a shorter man, about my age, with a haze of five o’clock shadow on his jaw. “Tommaso!” The guy smiled like he knew me. “I’m Tony, Tony Sandino.” I nodded and took a step back. “Good to meet you, Tony. You’re a little early, aren’t you?” This was the guy picking the shipment up later tonight. He shrugged. “I like to touch-base with my suppliers before the shipment, especially when it’s someone I haven’t dealt with before.”