Mr Tomato Novels & Stories

I kept looking at the woman and I could swear that it was Ayita but what was she doing here? This was the last place I was expecting to see Ayita but here she was actually dressed so skimpily and serving drinks, really? Why the hell was she in Russia by the way? “Mr zayn” I saw my client walking towards me with a sleazy smirk on his face while a cigarette was hanging between his lips. “Mr Romero” I stretched out my hand and he took it before taking a seat opposite me, he owned the club and everyone inside were under his wing. How the hell did she end up meeting romero?

Valentina blinked, actually looking down at her robe in shame. Romeo spun around and faced Mateo. He lowered his sunglasses, revealing eyes that were dancing with manic energy. "And you must be the Big Boss.” Romeo purred. "Mr. Santiago. I have heard so much. They say you have a jawline that can cut glass and a heart that pumps ice water. I love it. Very chic." Mateo looked completely baffled. He was a man who understood violence and intimidation. He did not understand this. "Get him out." Mateo ordered the guards.

With one final look at my reflection I inhaled deeply and made my way out of the room. Making my way down the marble stairs I was immediately met with a well-suited man. Isaiah was dressed in a black tuxedo, hair brush to the back with a few strands falling out of place but yet somehow still managed to look perfectly in place The light from the chandelier elevated his elegant and sharp jawline. I stood there in awe for what felt like hours taking in his beauty, it was as if time had paused for a split second letting me admire the figure in front of me.He looked like a Greek goddess in all glory.

Tom waited a bit and called back again. Lou, are you okay? Laughter and Russian speech in the background. - Already yes ... f-u-u-x, you need to quit smoking. Fuck. - What did you do there? - We are nothing, it's Rosvo, the red-haired bastard, pissed on the "bear skin"! Turned away for a minute! — Ha! Here's the crazy guy! "Tommy, Roswo isn't a bastard!" came Kitty's voice. He thought it was an object! An inanimate thing.

M A R C O Of all the experiences life taught me, there was a valuable lesson which I never forgot, and that was: when a Romano shows up at your door, unannounced, it means trouble. T-R-O-U-B-L-E in capital fucking letters. And right now I was staring at the epitome of trouble—Samantha Romano. Hurricanes and typhoons might as well be named after her. Beaming, she stepped up and raised her arms, revealing the takeout bags. "I brought Indian."

She grunted and Alejandro scoffed. "Suit yourself then!" He muttered, his voice barely audible as he left. Yasmine hissed as she took her phone. ★★★★★ BLOOD VESSELS CLAN* Roberto had a pipe in between his lips as he smoked excessively. His room was filled with smokes as one wouldn't be able to see another. His veins were popping out of his neck as his jaws clenched tightly, he was in a completely bad mood. Suddenly, Razor came in and Roberto faced him.

She dropped the sandwich. "You know him?" Romeo asked and I was also curious to know. "He is a very dangerous man. He runs his errands at night. I've used him to clean some dirty businesses. I swear we need him before the Lazza does. His name is Dmitri but mostly known as Midnight Mafioso!" Elena lamented while gazing up at Romeo who was fuming. In a blink, Romeo planted a sound slap on her cheek making her stumble away from him, almost falling.

"I... I don't..." "Viktor Kuznetsov," Mario repeated patiently. "Where is he?" "I don't know!" Tommy burst out. "We never met him directly! Everything came through intermediaries!" The older man shot him a murderous look, but Mario just nodded approvingly. "Good. See how easy that was? Now, these intermediaries. Tell me about them." "There was this guy," Tommy said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Russian accent. Called himself Dmitri. He's the one who hired us."

He asked, reaching for his discarded shirt. “I… you must have had a lot to drink if you cannot remember everything that happened last night” She giggled, her cheeks staining with a blush. “I remember us talking about my mother and the dancing and the drinking” He groaned. “Here, let me help you” She reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Then we came over here and… we did…” “Do not tell me we had sex” Henry ground out, his eyes flashing. Sophia nodded, smiling at him.

Master Romario pulled me close, and I felt like an outsider among these powerful individuals. “Good evening Mr Smith” Romario said in a sweet tone, the man, Mr Smith smiled and shook Romario's hand. “Pleasure seeing you here” Mr Smith said with a fake smile, I knew it was fake from how hard the poor man was clenching his jaw. Romario only laughed and told him the pleasure was all his.