Last Of Us Uncle Tommy Novels & Stories

We’d made our point, but at what cost? “Tyler, I want you to go and get Selena. Bring her here and tell her it’s a direct order from me,” Uncle growled. Tyler bobbed his head respectfully and scurried out of the room, pausing only briefly to look back at me with a worried look. If he wanted to argue, he knew that Uncle would just cut him off. Uncle sat down on the edge of the bed. “Rosie I am sorry,” he said simply, “I should have believed you.”

For years, I didn’t he existed but now couldn’t go a single day without thinking about him. Tommy looked up at me with narrowed eyes that looked very much like Evie’s. “You’re trying to kill me,” he gave me an accusing look. Instead of intimidating me, it made him look too adorable. “You’re breathing. So unfortunately, no.” “Did you hear that, Uncle Damien?” Tommy looked toward Damien, who stood nearby watching the training session with keen interest. “He admitted he’s evil.” Damien snorted. “I’ve been telling people that for years.”

Of all the crazy things that could happen, how did I end up sleeping with my best friend’s uncle? "Oh, and him... I assume you already know him, right?" Willem glanced at Kai, who was now standing beside him. "He’s Kai Wilder Reyes. Summer’s uncle. My best friend." My mouth went dry, and even my hands felt numb. My world crumbled as my head spun. Kai extended his hand toward me, a wicked smirk on his lips. "So, Miss Rosendale," he said, amusement lacing his voice, "It seems you enjoy asking for my help, don’t you?"

Theo pointed at my shoulder, making me immediately look in the direction he was pointing. My pupils fluttered. "That's... Uncle Matthew's." My voice was low and rather heavy. My throat felt constricted, remembering this bloodstain. We had already been treated. My gaze immediately shifted towards the ambulance where my uncle had been treated, but he was no longer there. I wandered around, looking for his whereabouts. It turned out that the police were questioning Uncle. Uncle Matthew and the police seemed to nod, and their conversation ended. Uncle walked towards us. "You guys should go home soon."

Sometimes I wondered what kind of trouble Tommy, Vincent, and I would have gotten into if he wasn’t here to keep us from running wild. I shot him a look "Didn't you hear? we're already at war" This has gone on long enough. They've been waiting for me to make a decision, to give the order. My uncle looked uncertain, he wished there was another way I could see it in his slight frown, a better way. My cousin Vincent displayed no emotions, I imagine like me he was ready to put an end to this. On the other side of his table. My brother Tommy rubs his hands gleefully already relishing the blood to be spilled. The last living male Salvatore, or at least the ones that mattered, my son excluded looke

Jaden spoke with a sorrowful expression. "The people under you are truly unbecoming. If they are all like this, you should stay away from me in the future as well!" Jason spoke calmly. Seeing Jaden's extremely wronged expression, Tommy's uncle glanced at Tommy, who had a pale expression. "Now, do you know that you can't afford to offend these people?" Tommy's uncle whispered. Tommy nodded while trembling, hearing those words. 'This guy is simply too amazing. Does he have an influence on both the law and the outlaws?'

It was a call from Pierre. “Sorry for calling this late, but I had to report this,” Pierre said. “What is it?” I asked over the phone. “I was finally able to dig deeper into your father's death, and it turns out that your uncle Tom was the last person to see him in the study… and they had an argument,” Pierre reported. “My uncle? What could they have possibly argued over in the study?” I asked immediately.

Once we were there, we went straight to the office. Frankie pushed through the doorway, shoulders tight. “Tell me it was false, brother.” I faced him. “Tommy is a rat. He gave them openings, and he kept going even after the hit. You know what that means.” Frankie looked between us. “He grew up with us. He is not some stray off the street.”

“Nice to meet you, man.” Brian took it with a bemused expression. “You too.” There was a long, awkward beat before he finally said, “Well—I’ll let you guys get to it.” He gave me a loaded look before heading out the door. Tommy watched him leave, then looked down at me with that smug, easy grin. “That’s the uncle, right?” “Yeah,” I said slowly, grabbing my bag. “Brian Keller. My boss’s brother.” “Cool,” he said, as if we were talking about the weather.