Tommy Devito Deadliest Fiction Novels & Stories

I remembered that night, when I'd decided to kill him and end his pathetic life for killing my mother. I had bombed his house and shot him afterwards; the rage was so hard to quench. I'd checked the building first. Made sure it was empty. But apparently I'd missed someone. A kid. An innocent fucking kid. No wonder Rex wanted me to suffer. If someone had killed Tommy, I'd have torn the world apart to make them pay. "Got it," Carlo said. "Address leads to the old subway system beneath downtown. Abandoned tunnels that were sealed off after the flood five years ago."

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

She found nothing at first - until she reached the bottom drawer of his desk. Inside was a thick folder that looked like it contained dangerous secrets. She opened it with trembling fingers. The first page was a photo of Marco Vale - he was smiling, happy, and standing in front of his famous restaurant. Red ink was written across his face: “Problem Solved.” Underneath were thick documents.containing bank transfers, emails and screenshots of messages between Lily Carter and someone named “S”. One email from Lily stood out, sent three weeks before Marco Vale’s scandal exploded: “Destroy him completely. I want his career in ashes. Then I’ll make you the biggest star this world has ever seen. Yo

Tommy was nervous for a second but eventually replied. “Yes. I’ll show you since you didn’t kill me.” Tommy said, looking at the ground. Crouching down, “Tommy, I will never kill a child.” and I meant it. “Okay, Mr. Alpha. I’ll show you, if you promise not to kill us.” Tommy looked at him pointedly. Looking up, everyone was holding back their laughter. Looking back at Tommy, “I promise.”

However, as soon as the woman was out of Dimitri's sight Tommy would pick them up bridal style and take them straight to Nickoli all the while he was apologizing to them. He hated this part of his job but the mob is all he knew and he has even went as far to tell me that I'm the only reason he stays at all. Since the accident nothing has been the same and Dimitri is slowly becoming a monster. I know Tommy loves me as a little sister just as he knows I love him as a big brother. Any woman that Dimitri has taken his rage out on Tommy is always there to make sure Nickoli fixes them and some of them he has even helped escape this life. I envy those women that were able to escape, I want to escap

Jon asked his client. "Which makes his work even more valuable," replied Dante. "I find his self-portraits as a clown interesting and his paintings of his murder scenes captivating. His painting of his basement where he kept his victims imprisoned fetched two hundred thousand dollars in a recent auction and guess who sold it at more than three times its original purchase price?" "You?" Jon asked Dante, but he already guessed the answer. "Yes. It was a profitable transaction," came the reply. "People have always been fascinated with serial killers, don't you think? Just look at the most popular crime fiction and you'll find that a lot of them are about serial killers."

Joe began, as my ears itched to hear the rest. "What are you talking about, Joe?" Tommy buzzed, as if reading the question on my mind. "It also says in this book that Devan had a brother who died..." "Robb... He died a few days ago." I muttered, as Big Joe nodded. "Just that he didn't really die." Joe announced, as Tommy and i exchanged quick galnces. "What are you talking about?" Tommy questioned intently, as Big Joe turned the pages of the book hurriedly, until he got to one that was filled with scribblings.

His eyes dilated. “Oh,” Katherine had forgotten to put the picture back in the drawer and she didn’t want Celeb to see it, but it was too late now. “That’s my friend.” She said softly. “He is Italian.” She grinned and Celeb glanced at her face. “You like him?” He raised the left corner of his brows curiously. “No, I don’t.” Katherine said immediately, but she watched Celeb tilt his head and made a face. “Well, he doesn’t like me---“

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

And like I said earlier, I never fucking missed. “Leon missed,” Dante mutters like he still can’t believe it. “And then shit went sideways.” I stare out the window, jaw tight. I was supposed to kill Tomaso Rosetti tonight. My bullet should have pierced through his skull, the blood splattering on the person before him before his body collapsed to the ground. We had everything carefully planned. For months, we watched him. I watched him to the point where it became obsessive.