Jojo Tonio Romane & Geschichten

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.