Little Joke Book Kill Tony Novels & Stories

Tony, our supervisor, pushes the door almost knocking my teeth out. "Why are you both idling around?" He beckons at us. Tony is a short man with a tiny frame. Despite that, he has an insatiable appetite for big girls with big behinds. He compensates his lack of body build with a mouth full of dirty jokes. He is annoying as fuck and most of the times he knows no boundaries. "Let's keep working if neither of you wants to be selling..." He spanks Kelly and pinches her butt. "... This on the roadside."

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

—where his whole team died. He stilled for a brief second. Then—he raged. “You’re the one who killed my team?” Tony growled. Beth snickered. “Bingo,” she answered, full of venom. Silence. Then— “Motherfucker!” he shouted. But that only made Beth laugh. “I enjoyed putting bullets in their heads,” she continued to taunt Tony, buying time. “They cursed you, you know.” She cackled like a real villain. “They hated your horny ass, it's your fault they died after all. Falling for a pretty face who cried wolf.”

The glass crashed to the floor, shattering with a sharp, echoing crack that silenced the nearby conversations. "Oh no, Isabella! Why are you so clumsy!," Amelia groused, her smile vanishing. Marco, however, didn't say a word. He just frowned and stepped forward to grab Isabella's hand, his fingers carefully checking for cuts. Isabella stayed silent, her lips pressed into a tight line. If she hadn't heard what they were planning, if she didn't know the wine was drugged, she might have believed his concern. But now, she knew it was all a performance.

Minsk said as Tony looks at him for a while, almost like he was left with no words because he can already see how serious Minsk looks in stealing those books just because of his selfish reasons. Because the books makes someone a god that is why he is ready to die to get it. Meanwhile he was supposed to be aware that he can never get those books they are owned by people which are much more still alive and young. "Well... well... well" Tony said as he picks up his wine bottle but just checking up the bottle. And there was nothing inside the bottle, it was remaining just a little so there's no need of pouring it inside a cup he just started drinking it like that.

I stared at the phone, stunned. She actually hung up. "What are you doing?!" I looked up. The next second, Benny's hands locked around my throat, his bloodshot eyes glaring at me. "I hate liars. Die!"

I asked. "What are you talking about?" He asked me back. "You are obviously thinking of something. I want to know what it is." "The only thing that I am actually thinking of is how I can get out of here." "Tony, come on now, I am actually being serious here," I told him when I notice the shimmer in his eyes. Tony was always the friend who like to joke a lot. He had a lot of things to say about life in general and he never ceased to keep his opinions to himself. The only good thing was that he knew how to express them in a joking manner.

"What I wanted to ask you was... did you see anything else on him? Something sparkling? A golden chain necklace, or a ring?" More annoyance surfaced in my expression as I glared at him. "I resembled a zombie then. I was so exhausted that I probably wouldn't notice him wearing a golden jacket. I wouldn't even notice him passing me by if it weren't for this fucking wallet." "I see…" He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Well, the killer cut off his little finger before he or she... did the rest, so I hoped that maybe you saw something." Dread filled me, making me nauseous. "Someone cut off his finger and then ripped his throat?" I said, nearly breathlessly.

“Well, well. Couldn’t stay away, huh?” I tugged my lab coat tighter, stepped forward, and faced them—all of them. “So, who’s bleeding? Anyone need stitches or just a good old-fashioned ass-whooping?” Tony smirked like he was enjoying every second of this. “Look at you, Scarlett. Still got that smart mouth. Must be real cozy cracking jokes when your back’s against the wall.” I shrugged. “If I had a dollar for every time you showed up like a bad rash, I could’ve paid you off months ago.”

She let out a frustrated groan and then stomped off somewhere else, so I laughed out loud. "What's so funny?" Jessica looked at me curiously. "Your cousin, she is hilarious," I said. "Who? Evelyn? What makes you say that?" She narrowed her eyes. Hmm...I couldn't have Jessica be suspicious of Eve and me. She was my doorway to see as much of Evelyn as possible. I'm not saying I wanted to use Jessica to get Evelyn, but she could help speed up the process. I shrugged. "It's nothing. You know we are competitors, right?"