The Tavern Thomasville Ga Novels & Stories

Thomas almost lost his mind when he saw the scene in the villa main kitchen that night. Thomas initially went back inside after waiting in the car for thirty minutes but Zachary still hadn't shown up. Tonight they were going to the Dawson family's successful black market arms warehouse, which was off the island, about two hours away by Dawson's private helicopter.

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV As soon as the door clicked shut, Thomas took a seat on the leather couch, balancing his laptop on the low table in front of him. I reached for my glass of whiskey and took a slow sip. "So," I said, voice low, "what do you have for me?" Thomas adjusted his glasses like he always did when he was about to drop something I wouldn’t like. "The Goons." I raised an eyebrow. The name rang a bell, but it was buried in a stack of things I hadn’t bothered to care about.

“Mr. Hughes, we have no problem with drinking a glass of wine or two. It would be rude of us not to have a drink with you, seeing as you’ve taken the time to join us this evening.” Tilly sounded like a natural-born diplomat. She made no indication that the both of them would drink with him till the end of the night, but having a glass of wine or two would be more than enough for them to show their sincerity. As Myra watched Tilly, she could not help but feel a sense of pride over how much and how quickly the latter had grown. When he heard that, Thomas’ smile grew warmer and he turned to say to the waiter at the door, “Two glasses of red wine, please, but not too much of it—the ladies are on

“Come with me. I have to get to see an old friend that can’t afford a visit to the hospital and needs to know if she’s pregnant. Let’s go!” “Where are we going?” “Some cabaret. It may cheer you up.” “Cabaret? Do you have friends in a cabaret?” “It’s an old friend.” “Wait, are we going to your department for your stuff to make that checkup?” Thomas denied with his head. “So? Don’t tell you’re so obsessed with your job that have your stuff with you?” Thomas shrugged. “You know how I can be.” “Get a life!” With laughs they left the bar.

he thought in self-righteous disgust. They should all wait. They would see. Thomas was about to drain his beer in the almost vacant tavern when he blinked at the muted TV again. “Hey, increase the volume,” he said to the bartender without taking his eyes off the TV set. The bartender paused in his current act of coin mining on his phone. He gave Thomas a curt, annoyed look for interrupting him. Then he increased the volume anyway while muttering “Cheapskate”. He promptly went back to his tapping.

The cab drove through the rich neighborhoods and stopped outside the entrance of a beautiful villa in the best location in the neighborhood. After paying the driver, Thomas slowly got out of the car and rang the doorbell. The household staff of the villa had finished cleaning and completed the work for the day when Thaddeus and Jessamine weren't home. When they heard the doorbell ring, a maid went toward the door. Upon seeing Thomas, she quickly opened the door and respectfully greeted him. Thomas looked around, but there was no sign of Jessamine. He asked, "Where's Madam Jessamine?"

I said. I knew that we would have more of all I mentioned because my company was a textile company. "Alright boss, if you say so, then I will proceed to get those clothes you requested," Viola said as she exited the office. I felt relieved, finally, I would be able to visit Jake without him knowing. Lincoln entered the mansion where Thomas was staying. in and Thomas was in the lounge. room. "Can't you knock before entering?" Thomas blurted out in anger. Lincoln ignored the question and went in to take a bottle of wine and poured wine for himself and drank it.

Nicolas said with a shrug. “Do you think she knew they were mates?” Thomas asked. “It’s doubtful.” I grumbled, waving my hand at them implying they need to get back at it. Thomas still walking around with a piece of jerky hanging out of his mouth. I swear he’s eaten half his body weight by now. Was taking small vials off one of the book cases and smelling each one, then reading the label. His hand bumped a small glass vial with a glass cork holding in its contents. As the black tar like substance oozed out of the jar, Thomas threw up every bit of food he had eaten that day all over the pile of discarded books.

Father and daughter entered the party area on the cruise ship, a large ballroom connected to the outer deck, separated only by a transparent glass wall. Thomas Vic introduced Tera to various prominent names in Europe, names often associated with highly renowned products. Not stopping there, Tera was introduced to the dukes and duchesses in attendance. She didn't expect that Thomas Vic's network of connections was so extensive. Thomas often told Tera that his wine factory was just a small one producing low-quality wine. However, behind that low-quality wine, Thomas also produced high-quality artisanal wine, loved by many elite circles. Hence, the name Thomas Vic was well-known, even if it cou

I nod and signal to Thomas, who's never too far away from me, and we meet at the bar where Dario is haphazardly pouring another shot. "Okay, big guy, let's get you home." I slap him lightly on the back. "Is the farewell party over yet?" He slurs and throws back the shot he poured. "It is, I want you to show me your place, I've never been there before." He grabs the bottle of bourbon he's been drinking, and Thomas has to steady the liquor before it all tumbles over. "Are you gonna party with me?" He smiles without it reaching his eyes. "You gonna kill your babies and drink with me?"