Tommy Devito Deadliest Fiction Novels & Stories

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

I had the ability to command now, but I was also a target for two women who would love to flush me down the toilet. He thought his words would hold them back, but I could sense the tension and hatred that had begun to build up in them. It's only a matter of hours before I start getting hit. If only he knew the truth about Tommy, about the other Omegas that all died because of his stability. The methodical poison that promised to cure but ended up killing. I loved everything about us, being with him and how his whispers would make my cock twitch, but I never thought that I would become a victim with the architect of it starring opposite me.

Vitto laughed, pulling my attention from the folder in front of me. "The demon returns. God, you know how many different stories people have been whispering around here about why you got suspended. Jones said he heard the whole thing, and you called captain, and I quote 'An incompetent pompous bastard who would be better at cleaning toilets than running a task force.' But I said if you were going to call him anything, it would have at least been something worth getting yourself fired." I rolled my eyes at him. Vitto was a great IT guy and detective, but he was a horrible gossip, worse than most women. "Nice to see you too, Vitto. But let be honest, we all know anything that comes out of Jone

Jameson didn’t tell which part because he said it would make my stomach turn, but it only added fire to my curiosity. After those three were stabbed to death, they were placed inside a storage room filled with cleaning agents and they were found only after five days post mortem. Who would do such a thing? Devin might act arrogant and unkind to his employees, but he never actually denied them any benefits that are intended for them. So I don’t think this has anything to do with the company at all. I hate that someone has the guts to hurt Devin this way. He’s a good man. He’s my man.

“I would never live with someone who ruined my life.” “He gave you a new life, salvation.” “Salvation?” Spike smirked. “Do you know the meaning of salvation, you bloody killer?” The assassin lunged forward but Spike was fast, he dodged the blow and bent, giving him a hard punch on the stomach and before the assassin could gather himself, Spike punched him in the gonad and and raked him down. He quickly reached for his gun and aimed it on his head. The other half-dead assassin took his gun and as he was about to shoot at Spike, Spike pulled the trigger. He died at the spot.

"You know, when I first learned that Gonzalo found you at the club, I was so scared for you. He's the most dangerous man in New York. The first thing that came to my mind was to get you as far away from him as possible. I never even dared to imagine that you, my best friend, will the one to melt the steel barrier he put up around his heart." "I don't think it was me, Tash. I think it was Tommy. My son, melted that armor that he put up around him. Do you know how he started to be the New York kingpin? He was forced to kill his wife, and his own son, just to save his mother. I mean, who would do that to someone? You have to be the Satan himself to have the heart to do things like that to someo

He stood up with a smile on his face, then clicked his tongue as he added, "But some stories are better left buried." "What did you just say to me?” He picked up the photograph and stared at it for a minute, then said, “Jaxon Moretti.” “You knew him?” My heart throbbed in surprise as I looked at him in confusion. He nods his head, “I do. But Jaxon Mor etti is no ordinary man, Ms. Sullivan.” "What kind of a man is he, detective?" "He's the devil himself..."

"Fuck. Off, Elias. I don’t know what Lucas told you, but you don’t know me well enough to make the mistake of underestimating me—or my warnings. Especially not when I’m in a foul mood. “I warn before throwing his collar away, as he kisses the roof of his mouth before dusting the wrinkles off his shirt. “You said Dimitri is behind this. Who is he? “He questions, and I raise a brow. “No one you can do anything to. Leave it. “I say as I try to walk over to Lucas but his words stop me. "Leave it? Some friend you are. Someone tried to kill Lucas, and you’re just walking away? I won’t. Unlike you, I won’t hide behind money and an army of hired guns—I’ll actually do something."He says, and I sigh.

He continued reading once again, "the moment I knew I was dying, the only thing in my mind, I don't care if it's a devil or God, help me to ruin them, help me to avenge the child of mine." He clenched his fist with fuming anger, he read the last line of the diary, "the knife that pierced into me didn't pain me more than the betrayal of those two, the man whom I thought I loved, the sister whom I cared the most, the woman whom I called mother until my last breath forced me into the grave while I'm still alive, the pain of breathlessness, the pain of struggling for life, the pain of dying when you wanted a future, I'll make sure that you'll face all these, I swear on my life and the dead child

From Ruben. Disconnecting Xavier's own, I connected the later. “Turn on your television.” And I did as he said. The headlines.. miss Delanxy Cromwell turns herself in and confesses to the murder of Sir Don Columbus. “What happened?” “Just got the call from Xavier.” Something wasn't right. Delanxy couldn't just turn herself in, after two weeks of fighting me. Just yesterday, she had even released another headline against us. How could she turn in barely eight hours later?