Mr Tomato Novels & Stories

I mutter, unable to finish the words, suddenly afraid this might be real. I glance at the ring on my finger; it fits perfectly. Like this was always meant to happen. “Hartfield, come on, we don't have all day," Romeo says, the veins in his neck pulse, betraying the calm in his voice. “Maybe I should give you guys a minute." The minister says.

My mind snapped back to reality and I shoved myself off of him, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. “S-sorry” I said, wringing my hands together before looking him in the eyes. “Thank you, truly. You saved my life back there…?” “Elliot. Elliot Bishop, but you can just call me Eli" he stuck his hand out. “Tamara Jones” I firmly shake his surprisingly soft hands. “Tamara. That’s a pretty name.” “Well Eli, it’s a very fine pleasure to meet you. That was a very brave thing for you to do. How did you get us out, by the way?” The fuzzy memory of him potentially jumping off the cliff flashed in my mind.

] She asked calmly her eyes never leaving his face, ‘Vieni con me, non appartieni al topo Marconi, sei un Santini e tuo padre ha lasciato istruzioni precise su chi dovresti sposare.’ [You are coming with me, you do not belong with the Marconi rat, you are a Santini and your father left strict instructions about who you should marry.] Romero looked around and was shocked to see the Dons had left and so had most of his men, ‘Che cazzo?’ [What the fuck?]

Our baristas are about thirty minutes after us for a six am opening. I have about three hours before I have to leave for the day and head home to get ready for my date with my future husband. Maxim Romanov is a sexy ass devil with his black cut so short it’s almost a buzz cut, deep, dark green eyes, always light scruff but never clean shave and never a beard. His ivory skin is covered in tattoos. He has tattoos covering his arms, chest and back from what I've seen. I think he has some on his thigh. Let's not forget that angular jaw adding to his sexy, domineering look. He’s a sexy devil and I know he’s nothing but sin.

I say, "It's not up for sale." "Don't talk to that man again," he grits through his teeth. "Aww, why? Is the big bad mob boss jealous?" I ask making sure that I annoy him. He says, "That's Santino Martino. My biggest rival. If you are seen talking to him, then my men will be suspicious of you." Okay. I exclaim, "Great!" We move in sync for a few more minutes. As the lights dim, I push him away.

Every now and then, she leans in closely for a better look at certain features that interest her. “You’re a bit…plain. But you’ve got good bones and I can use that,” she says seriously. My jaw drops. “Excuse me?” Mrs. Cromwell continues, “I don’t see a ring on your finger. Are you single?” She takes a big gulp of her champagne and I swallow hard, struggling to keep this meeting strictly professional. I answer, “I am, but I don’t see how that i-“ “Oh, this is perfect!” she exclaims, clapping her hands together and sending mud flying onto my face. “My Howie is just going to love you!”

I wanted my pups to always know how loved they were and how wanted. “Boss I got something urgent,” Mickey said, storming into my office with Robert in tow. They closed the doors. “I’m leaving in a few just handle it,” I said, dismissively. I quickly wiped my damp cheek and sat down in the big chair. Robert set his laptop down on the desk and brought up some security camera footage of what looked like a restaurant. “I got two men in the bar here, eyes on confirmation,” Mickey said. Robert turned the screen around and I was looking at the men we’d been hunting now for over two months. Gregor Smith and Bronson Watkins. Hired thugs who helped Maxim … the ones who provided the poison that killed

"fuck someone is trying to mess up with the bomb on the rooftop." A devilishly handsome man with deep blue eyes like the ocean. A muscularly built body of 6'5 in height said while shooting his last enemy, who was now lying on his back with a loud thud.The man was about to leave the bloody place to clear his leftover enemies who were on the rooftop, but someone stopped him. "Vincenzo, I'll check the rooftop.We need you here since more rivals will be here at any moment."

he trembled, trying to hold his ground. "Oh? Then, let’s prove it." I nodded to Zane, who brought my disabled robot onto the stage. Grabbing a steel rod as thick as my wrist, I brought it down on the machine in a hail of blows. "No!" Adrian lunged, but security, who was ready for this, pinned him in place. Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…"

Tommaso As soon as I saw the picture, I raced over to the Haven. The girl who wouldn’t speak, the one who’d barely moved, was the girl I’d been looking for all along. Riccardo Marino had stooped lower than I’d ever dreamed, to sell his underage granddaughter. I hadn’t changed clothes, so the iron reek of blood still clung to me, and exhaustion started to slow my every move.