Mr Tomato Novels & Stories

“ Not afraid of yakuzas , killers , mafia , sneaky business people or gangsters…….whom you have dealt with for more than ten years and you are telling me that you are being afraid of your future mother-in-law ? Son , if anyone hears about this , you will become the talk among the black gangs . Or your mother-in-law will become the new godmother of the black business . “ said mr Adam . “ Got the message so can you please be quiet . I am trying to think here . “ said Damian . “ Since I am enjoying the situation , I will fulfil your request just for today . “ said mr Adam worth a smile . “ Haaah ! Lucky me to have a father like you . “ said Damian with an annoyed look . “ You really are lucky .

We went to celebrate our victory, or so we thought. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, meet me, Alessio Romano, the eighteen-year-old leader of the Russian Mafia and the world's best hitman. It's a pleasure to meet you.

In overall there are thirteen men he never saw yesterday. "Hey!" Irish throw the napkin to his face. Basil glared at him. "What?" "What is with your face? You look like idiot." "Tsk," he only replied. Before Irish could talk again, their orders came serving with the four waitresses. They were holding a tray covering with stainless cover. When they placed it in the table, Basil's forehead knotted seeing the tattoo of the woman near him. Della and Alex noticed it also except Irish. "Here is your order S—ahh!"

“It’ll be over soon.” The next ten minutes passed in silence. Only the buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the air, like a saw cutting through both his heart and mine. Finally, it was done. Henry applied the healing film with hands so impossibly gentle, it clashed sharply with the icy expression he wore. He removed his gloves and tossed them into the trash without looking at me, then slid a business card across the table. “Save my number.” The command carried a strength that allowed no refusal. I blankly took out my phone.

The bartender, a woman with an intricate tattoo of a dolphin on her forearm, presented us with a vibrant cocktail menu. “I’ll have the Midnight Tide,” Logan decided. “And for you, miss?” The bartender’s gaze settled on me. “The same,” I replied. There was something about sharing a drink with Logan that felt right. As we sipped our drinks, the heady mix of alcohol and the thrill of the party wrapped around me, making me feel strangely elated. It was in this state of blissful distraction that I noticed her. Marina.

I have already seen them but still I just stood by Romano as he introduced me to all of them. "Robert Brown... he is the head of American mafia." He took my hand and kissed the back of it but Romano quickly pulled my hand from him and he chuckled. He was a blue eyes handsome guy but I can say that all the charm that he is showing is not doing anything to hide the monster he is from inside. A beautiful gift wrap for a living time bomb.

The bar man spoke without thinking but mere seeing his clothing, he gulped down his saliva due to his mistake. " Is this how you behave to your customers? " Damien asked " No, that's not how we do it. I was just... " " Romeo, why do you have to explain yourself to this man? " Matteo stared at Damien in disgust. " Welcome everyone to the Tropic Thunder, JS is going to make us cum tonight. " The MC announced and they all laughed.

he chirped in making Stomata blush as she closed the door after them while Rico simply winked at her . “ Where is Mr Macho ? ” Ryan inquired softly looking around the living room . “ He stays in his room nd only comes out whenever he wishes to aside when it was time for lunch , dinner or breakfast . ” Stomata replied sharply her hands wrapped at the back like a body guard awaiting her boss's order . “ Can you get him for me ? ” Ryan asked politely as he settled into the couch with Rico joining him by the side . “ Yes . I'll be right back . ” She replied disappearing into the L– shaped room , in no time she returned, the Butler coming after her . He looked more kept than the first time Ryan h

“Fuck!” I cursed silently as I fisted my hands with anger when Matthew Laqueza showed the picture of the man I hated the most. A week has passed since we all met. We are currently discussing information about the enemy to better prepare our moves. "Farro Roque is in charge of the weapons and women they sell on the black market," he said while looking at him seriously. "He's living here in Manila," he added. My forehead knotted at what he just said. I couldn't avoid looking at him badly because of my overflowing emotions.