Mr Tomato Novels & Stories

*warning: book contains violence, adult content, sexual content, and foul language. Some content may trigger some and is not appropriate for all ages. Thank you for reading _ S.E Dymek* Tomatoes: The rotten tomato she held in her hand was black and mold ridden. She was angry as she ducked behind the boxes hiding. She poked her head out and looked about to see if anyone might notice. She smirked seeing no one around. She launched the tomato towards the building. The tomato hit with a thud and busted into pieces on impact all over the sign. The wooden sign swung back and forth as pieces of the rotten tomato slid off. She reached into her sack finding another tomato. She aimed again at the sign

asked the scarred man, his voice sharp as a blade. The man licked his lips, visibly uncomfortable. "She heard me talking to Rinaldo…" he muttered, lowering his voice as if even the walls could betray him. "She was there when I killed him." The man with the cigarette narrowed his eyes and flicked ash to the floor. "She saw you?" "I don’t know, but I don’t think so," he growled. "If she had, she would’ve said something. Dante would’ve known it was me by now." The speaker was tall and lean, with reddish hair and a four-leaf clover tattooed on his left cheekbone.

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.

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."

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

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.