Jojo Tonio Novels & Stories

Gio glanced around as he climbed into the small cargo van. The back was completely empty, no seats at all and no cargo of any kind. He glanced back at her as she slid the door closed. Gio was about to ask how the hell she scored this when she sat on her knees looking very serious. "It's Toni's boyfriend's," she said, the apprehension in her eyes as if he'd actually disapprove confused him. "Her car broke down." She caressed his face now, staring in his eyes. "I just wanted a moment with you alone. I was desperate Gio. It's what you do to me."

Our eyes met, and Lorenzo was already sunk into the jacuzzi. His strong, defined torso rose above the foam and warm water. My eyes devoured his sexy tattoos, every flex of those hard muscles, following that trail down to his groin where the shadow of the biggest prize was already rising under the surface. “I’m glad you like what you’re about to eat,” he said shamelessly, in that wolfish tone that made my nipples tighten even more. He smiled sideways with that cocky ease I didn’t know he had, but he kept showing me more and more.

'You simply don't want to stop him. Fredo muttered to himself as he looked at Giovanni, the only person who could stop Tony Rico. But how could one blame Giovanni Belmonte? He had lost his son again, who had been miraculously found. And above all, he was a Sicilian who couldn't even breathe comfortably without avenging his enemies. *** Tony Rico's violent and brutal character was unparalleled not just in New York but among Italian mafia throughout America. He was as famous as the bosses of the families and wore various infamous reputations like medals.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

I despised being the bearer of bad news. “Do you need help, Leo?” Anthony picked up his phone from the table. “I will be needing some of your men. Tag along, Anthony. I want to take out the men of Vogar. But no bloodshed. I’ve had enough with that.” Anthony’s brow raised. “I doubt it’s possible to tame the animals without spilling blood.” “If it isn’t possible. We’ll create that positivity. Get me clothes.” Anthony strolled to the walk-in closet. In just seconds, he returned with a pair of trousers and a short sleeve shirt. He handed them to the beast. “I will get my men and cars ready,” Anthony stormed away.

She looks sexy in black skinny jeans, black heeled ankle boots, and a plumb halter top with vintage inspired black pinstripe. “I’m out because this is either going to lead to three of you fucking or killing one another.” Leo declares the second he sees Toni. Leo waves to Toni as he passes her before heading down the hallway to leave. Coward. Yet I don’t blame him. Part of me envies him because I’m not sure if my happy marriage is going to implode or stay stronger than ever.

SEE TO​NY. We went to the a⁠ddress. It was a La‍undr​o⁠m​a⁠t. Tony was‍ a man who looked like‌ he was made of old lea⁠ther⁠ and​ cigar smoke. He sat beh⁠i⁠nd th‍e coun‍ter, watching a s⁠oap opera on a tiny TV. "Two⁠ hundred‌ a week," T⁠ony grunted, not looking‍ away from the scr‍een.

“Dionne…” I look on my right when Tito called me. “Please go easy on him. He may cause you trouble sometimes, he hates to admit it but he just don’t want people to leave him behind. He goes possessive sometimes, it’s just because he don’t want to be left behind once again.” ***