Novel & Cerita Little Joke Book Kill Tony

"If your ultimate plan is to kill me, then you better just do it quickly and get it over with. You should know you are definitely not the only monster out there who wants me dead, and if you keep wasting time playing these twisted mind games, you might not get this opportunity ever again." A loud, melodic laugh escaped her lips, her eyes crinkling at the corners as if I had just told the most amusing joke in the world. "Oh, you are so incredibly funny, my dear," she chuckled, resting her chin on her hand. "You can call me Elda, by the way."

Tony stood to his feet as he rolled up his own sleeve, but before he could finish up, Candy was already tackling him to the ground. “Who the fuck are you calling a Gorilla, you Turkey?!” “Who the fuck are you calling a Turkey, you Gorilla!?” I laughed so hard I nearly pissed my pants. “You two are cracking me up!” I said between each laugh as I held my side. I should have probably stopped them. But who am I kidding? Kyler and Joffery who had been talking about the band's progress turned to look at the commotion. Tony and Candy rolling on the ground like toddlers screaming at each other.

Marvin added. Joel clicked his tongue and warned, "Then you're dead meat," making a slitting gesture across his neck. Marvin retaliated, "What do you mean, 'you're the dead man'?" Tony lifted his chin haughtily and remarked, "No wonder he's called Mr. Ice man and Axel the daredevil. They are no fun, always putting on that stoic face. Who do you think you are scaring?" Tony taunted, holding his chin up proudly.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

Liam said and walked up to her collecting her bag from her without taking a glance at Tony who stood at the side baffled by the whole situation He was almost killed but the culprit jeep acting like notilging happened and if not that he was the victim he would have also been fooled "Where do you think you are going" He yelled behind them as they stopped and faced him "Who is he" Liam asked "A pervert" Lisa replied without changing her face "A pervert!!!? Obviously you are the one that just tried killing me" "What is he talking about" Liam asked "I don't know, he has been saying that" " Are you both playing with me!!!?" Tony yelled angrily, his gentle and calm image was not longer there

With a smirk, Maria gently laughed and murmured, "Would you like my legs to be near your stick, Mr Calcolo?" 'She's trying to kill me. She is LITERALLY trying to have me killed.' Tony's head damn near exploded. He laughed a little, shaking his head. "Very clever but you know I've put people in hospital for fewer remarks 'bout someone that isn't the Don's pride and joy" he tried to come off as casual, breezing through the comment but his teeth were on edge.

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

Then Don Leon and Alvaro chuckled too—more at Tony’s laugh than the situation itself. It’s ridiculous. And because Tony’s laugh was infectious. It echoed off the chaotic restaurant. ‘What the hell am I even doing?’ Tony couldn't help but wonder. He should have done a basic first aid too on the old lion but he didn't. He should have torn some clothes and tied it up on the Don’s body to stop the bleeding but instead… Tony looked in his hands. Full of blood. It felt dirty. Don Leon was dying in his arms but instead— “I’m a fucking moron,” he said to himself.

People were looking at as with scared expressions on their faces, but we could not pay them any mind at that time. “Who the fuck are you, and why did you just try to kill me?” Tony asked with a pissed off tone. I could tell he was holding back his anger with difficulty. “Of course, you would not remember me you piece of shit! A few years ago, I hired you and another guy, Kyle I think his name was, to help me get rid of my wife but you assholes turned your back on me!”

he shouted, slamming his car door. Aidan stepped out, his pistol already in hand. “I’m here to kill you.” “What?” “No loose ends.” Tony’s eyes widened, his hand reaching for his jacket, but Aidan glanced around—no cars, no witnesses, just the quiet hum of the neighborhood waking up. He raised his gun and fired, the shot clean, hitting Tony in the head. Tony staggered, his briefcase dropping, and fell to the pavement, blood pooling beneath him, his eyes staring blankly at the sky.