Tommy Devito Deadliest Fiction Novels & Stories

he exclaimed, tossing a newspaper towards me. I caught the newspaper, the crinkling sound echoing in the room. Unfolding it, I skimmed the headlines, my eyes scanning for any significant developments. "Oh my God, Tommy is dead," I exclaimed, my hands instinctively covering my mouth in shock. The news of his demise hit me like a heavy blow. According to the reports, he had been killed in a government-owned disability centre, poisoned to death. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on my heart. Mateo, seated in a worn-out plastic green chair, confirmed the news. His voice carried a mix of sadness and anger.

chamomile, the kind that was supposed to be calming, and settled on the couch in the dark living room, looking out at Manhattan sleeping below her. She'd been so naive on the island. So willing to pretend that the world was just them. That violence and danger existed somewhere else, in someone else's life. But violence had a way of finding you when you loved a man like Dimitri Valentino. Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. She almost didn't open it. Instead, she read it. "Your boyfriend killed seven men on an island. He is a monster. They call him the devil for a reason. Words are spreading about his warehouse that got robbed, and that is just the beginning. You might want to co

The red dots painted targets across all our chests. Three laser sights centered on me. I watched them dance across my heart like deadly stars, and all I could think was how stupid I had been. Tommy stood over three bodies—men I knew, men who had protected me growing up—with a gun in his hand and pride on his face. "Tommy," I said, surprised my voice stayed steady. "What did you do?" "What I had to do, Miss Eva." He gestured at the corpses with his gun. "They figured out I was working with the Sinaloa Cartel. Started asking questions. So I gave them answers." He smiled. "Permanent ones."

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

He trailed off and Vanadine could hear the gangster on the other end of the line shouting obscenities at Tommy. Despite feeling sorry for the pathetic thing Tommy had become, Vanadine knew he had to get back to Carine as soon as possible and could not bring himself to feel too much pity. Probably brought this on himself. Vanadine thought savagely. Tommy cast the old phone back on his bench, his hands shaking as he turned back to Vanadine. “What is it you want?” Tommy asked. “Something that goes boom!” Vanadine said darkly.

“My father didn’t just ruin your life, Elena.” Damien’s voice lingered in the room long after he had spoken. “He destroyed mine too.” The silence that followed was almost unbearable. Elena lowered her eyes, trying to process everything she had learned in the last hour. The man she had walked into this mansion believing was nothing more than a ruthless mafia boss was standing before her as another victim of Vincent Devereaux. Not a victim who had surrendered. A victim who had waited.

Tyson laughed coldly as he squeezed with his right hand and then abruptly snapped Tommy’s neck moments after. “Sob… Sob… Sob…” Tommy was struggling constantly before he died, bloody foams spewed out from his mouth splattered everywhere. With a push from Tyson, Tommy’s body was pushed onto Margie. “Ah—” Margie let out a loud scream. Her whole body and face were covered in blood, she could not help but to shiver uncontrollably. She was a ruthless woman yet she was scared out of her wits by Harvey’s schemes. Not far behind them, Jonathan and Ted immediately kneeled onto the ground. They knew that anything that they said would not have mattered, they could only grovel relentlessly.

Everything flashed back in front of me the way we tied him, Liam telling the truth and how I killed him. Liam was dead, I don't need to worry about him that by any chance he is going to return to my life and harm. I was free no one is going to force me to fall for them in love. I can breathe, I stared outside from the car's window pane and my gaze fell on the tall dark figure of The Devil who has always been my savior, he was speaking to certain people on call and commanding hos people, maybe he was handling the stuff here after killing Liam because Liam was the owner of Ricci Technologies so it was very important that we don't leave a trace for any further chaos in our life.

I didn't know if I was to feel pity for him after what he did to Damian but no Alpha would survive the betrayal by his own beta. The guards were on their knees bowing and chanting Tommy's name. After a while the chants ceased. Tommy came to Nelo's front and sniffed with a smirk. He then left her and came to my front. “You…” he said, his eyes roaming all over me as if he were expecting something more. “What is so special about you?” He muttered taking another step towards me. “Is it the thing in between your legs?” his hand caressed my face and an irritating shudder climbed down my body. My hands clutched and I clenched back. “Does it taste that nice. Perhaps I would like to have a taste.”

And two days before she could, she was dead. Elena's brother, Tommy, had died four days after Isabella. Shot in a drive-by that the police had ruled as random gang violence. But Tommy had been trying to leave his gang. He'd confided in Elena that he knew things, dangerous things, about operations that went way beyond street corner drug dealing. Could they have been killed by the same people? The thought made Elena's stomach turn. She pushed away from the table, pacing her tiny apartment like a caged animal. This couldn't be a coincidence. Dante shows up at her center, offering money, inserting himself into her life. It was too calculated, too convenient.