Tommy Devito Deadliest Fiction Novels & Stories

"Now back to business. Like I said, Cleopatra is trouble for us. You have to let go.” "She is my trouble. I'll bear it,” I returned sharply, threw him a glare and turned around. "Don Rossini is dead.” My feet halted. Dead? I felt flutters in my stomach and turned around. “Yes," Rossetti nodded and walked up to me with his hands in his pocket. “And," His gaze swept over my face as though he was scrutinizing me, “According to rumours, you killed him.” My stomach flipped over. Killing a fellow mafia is a heinous crime in the underworld. My chest raced.

Fangs bared, eyes glowing with mindless hunger. “No…” Damien stepped back, heart — cold and dead for centuries — somehow still breaking. “Not you.” Viktor lunged with centuries of speed. Damien barely dodged, rolling across the wet grass. They clashed in a blur of claws and fangs. For every strike Damien landed, Viktor’s superior age gave him the edge. In the end, Damien drove a silver scalpel — stolen from the lab — straight through his sire’s heart. Viktor gasped, eyes clearing for one final moment. “You… were always… my greatest pride.”

I made sure that my each word is clear to him. "This can't be happening. I, Tyler Jones, won't die this quickly. The only reason why I killed that bitch was because she was about to reveal my corruption, gambling and personal behavior to the media. The only reason to make her quiet was making her disappear forever because she was determined to let the world know about me,"

I get into one not long after I arrive. My first destination is my sister, Kimberly. She's the first person I had in mind to talk with first before going to Sebastian's apartment and I know the universe knows why. Perhaps I need some advice and encouraging words. Maybe I need it to prepare myself for facing Sebastian. The cab stops in front of my destination. A tall and overtowering building that seems to pierce through the Earth's dome. New Yorkers call it The Steinway Tower. Known for having the most expensive penthouse in Manhattan. Of course my sister doesn't own that kind of penthouse. I know she only lives in one of the apartments.

"Back in high school, it was always Tommy, Gio, and me. Niko was just the scary older cousin back then, but we all admired him. Now, everything is changed." I was a little surprised Paul suddenly opened up as he did, but I felt his expression shift. I wasn't the only one with the weight of all this on my shoulders. "Tommy? I never heard that name before." My tone softened to him. "He was Capo before Niko. He only lasted a day before getting killed. They used V to get to him." He shook his head. "Tommy walked right into the fire for her. I know the lengths a man will go for a woman he loves, and I know how it can be both the greatest feeling and everyone's undoing."

She read, "Red Death Rev. Wanted Dead or Alive." "My goddess! You picture is as heavenly as ever", Tommick screamed in delight. "Can it", she said. "Yes my goddess", he screamed out. She knocks him down with a heavy blow, "I said shut it flunky." Tommick caress the part if his face where she hit him and says. "What an elegant and stylish attack my red goddess, I will forever cherish it till I die." "Oh brother!" Bill rolls his eyes. Tim picks up his bounty, "It rose to three hundred thousand after I beat an officer worth two hundred thousand." His eyes pop when he sees the alias given to him, "Grey Hair Serious Sword Guy? Who even writes these things?"

"Gracie came to you, didn't she? Don't listen to her. "Some guy just called me from Sophie's phone and said if I don't hand over 50 million dollars, he'll kill her and the baby. Tell me that's not the dumbest thing you've ever heard. These women, I swear. Jealousy makes them do the craziest things." His words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I felt as if I had fallen into a deep abyss, my mind going completely blank. I could never have foreseen that the brother who once vowed to cherish me forever, the Elliot who once pledged a lifetime to Sophie, would turn out to be so utterly cold and ruthless. He was willing to throw us all away for one woman.

she continues, disdain leeching into her words. I bite my lip, my silence echoing the weight of this new information. Could he really have killed his own brother and then tattooed his name on his chest as some kind of trophy? The idea seems beyond psychotic. Yes, Diego is a bit unhinged, but I can't imagine him murdering his own family. He seems to hate Celeste, yet she's still breathing. Our conversation is abruptly interrupted by a forceful knock at the door. "Diego is ready for you," Danny shouts through the threshold.