Techno X Tommy Novels & Stories

Agatha is leaving. "Why should I say goodbye?" I stood idly by. Tommy's black hair was uproar, his forehead was sweaty, which caused some strands of hair to stick to her. He wore black jeans, a black t-shirt and wore a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large lightning-shaped tattoo stood out on his neck. Tommy was a bad boy. "Well, you're right." Did you like the song? It was especially for you. I shrugged my shoulders.

“You better start talking or I'm gonna shove of fucking hearing device so far up your ass, you would hear the sound of your small intestine as it produces shit.” “I—I swear, I know nothing, Vex–” “It's Jordan.” “Sorry. Jordan. I—” “Free him, Jay.” Tommy's voice wasn't so difficult to recognize after having heard it for over two decades. He's also the only fucker that choose to freestyle with my name. The younger guy sitting next to me had that redeeming look upon spotting Tommy walking towards us. Alas, he'll live this day without a scratch. Tommy strolled over like he had all the time in the world, not rushing, not panicking—just calm in that way that made me want to break something. Even i

"I have never been to a pedicure store before." Tommy said, staring at the young woman who was gently massaging his toes, and he seemed to be enjoying each and every bit of it. I had informed Andro and his men that they shouldn't dare follow us into the spa. I had noticed how uncomfortable Tommy was with them, how he kept staring at them each time and how his hands shook anytime they were close by, and Andro had agreed to give us some distance. I'd been chatting with Christiana about the scandal and how we'd go shopping afterwards when suddenly, I perceived a scent. It smelled strangely weird, like bath-scented body wash mixed with powder—a strange powder...

Platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and features that were unmistakably Jax even at that young age. My hands started shaking as I stared at the photo. This was impossible. Tommy had never mentioned knowing anyone from a motorcycle club when he was a child. He didn't get involved with that world until he was older and started using drugs. But this photo proved otherwise. Tommy and Jax had known each other as children, which meant Tommy's connection to the Steel Vultures went back years before I ever knew about it.

Adams handled the pharmaceutical industry in Houston well and was now the invincible overlord of West Coast City. However, what Adam said was not confirmed yet so it would not affect him for a while. Taking a deep breath, Tommy walked towards Adam and thought that he should let the sky go. Seeing Tommy coming, Adam smiled instantly. "Tommy, women are good, but just treat them as a plaything, and don't spend too much on women. You are young, and you should focus on your career first." He said. Hearing his words Tommy grinned and said, "Mr. Green, I need to tell you something. Actually... I want to buy antibiotics from the Smith group."

Tommy tells Tia, "I'll be right back, I need to talk to a couple guys. Two minutes." Tia looks nervous but nods. Tommy kisses her cheek quickly and then bolts inside. He grabs a couple of his fellow mechanics, some big guys with unusual tattoos. They walk out together so Tommy could be in Tias' sight while the three talk quietly. Tommy shakes both guys hands with a smile and hops back into the cab.

Grossman’s henchmen edged closer, but Tom’s gaze remained fixed on his boss, as if they were the only two men in the world—a matador and his bull locked in a dance of fate. “Give me the virus, and I might even let you walk out of here alive,” Grossman snarled, his false generosity as convincing as a wig in a hurricane. “Sorry, Mikhail, but I’m afraid your invitation to the virus ball has been lost in the mail.” Tom slowly circled the desk, keeping Grossman in his sights. “And besides, do you really want to tango with the tech world’s most dashing rogue? I hear he’s quite a beast. And what happened to the miracle hardware? Was it a biggest fib of your life? What you intended to do with the vi

"I am taking care of you." I grumbled under my breath as I followed him to the exclusive boutique. "Xander King?" a man called out. Tommaso Alveordi. Yeah, I don’t think that’s his real name. The man is a hundred percent purebred American. He came forward, his glittery nails sparkling in the studio lights as he reached for Xander to place a kiss on both his cheeks. Xander did not look happy. And that made me feel a little better. Good. He deserved to feel a little uncomfortable.

Elio nodded, "That's good. However, are you ready to leave behind all the fame and success you had?" Tommy looked determined and replied, "I'll do exactly as I say. True medical skills are way more important than fame and money. Life is short, and I don't have much time left. I just want to get better at healing people and give them hope for a healthier life."

"Tommy likes to bump up the price when he feels like it." "It's dynamic marketing," Tommy corrected with a laugh. "But for you two, ninety dollars, final offer." I paid for the record, still a bit dazed by the coincidence. "So..." I said to Nate as we walked away from the stall, "do you come here often?" "Almost every Saturday," he said, sliding his hands into his jacket pockets. "I hunt for rare records, mostly. Tommy's one of my most reliable sources." "Rare records?" My curiosity perked up. "What kind of music are you into?"