Tommy Tallarico Response Novels & Stories

“I know this is inconvenient, but certain matters need immediate attention.” Elena studied him closely, noting every small movement and shift. He looked worn but not uneasy, which either meant he was innocent or extremely skilled at deception. Given what Marco had already discovered, she was betting on the second option. “What matters exactly?” Tommy Castellano asked from across the table, lighting a cigar despite the smoking ban they had agreed on years earlier. No one challenged him. At eighty three, Tommy had earned the privilege of ignoring rules he disliked. “Your message said urgent, but not what was so urgent.”

A plate of pasta and meatballs is placed in front of me and I immediately dig in. "Truthfully you always manage to look like a different person every time I see you" Tommy says. "It's the hair this time" I sigh at the deliciousness that explodes on my taste buds. He laughs tugging at my hair "did you like style it this way or something?" "Now you're making fun of me" I slap his hand away. "Of course, I am" I grabbed my glass. "Isn't it a little too early for wine?" Tommy looks startled. "we're Italian, it's never too early for wine"

The other person was also puzzled and shrugged, indicating they didn't know what was going on. Just then, Tomas returned. "I’m so furious!" Tomas grumbled, "That annoying Woody not only got the approval, but he also invited Carter, and now everyone is trying to flatter Carter. "A bunch of spineless cowards! Mr. Harrington, we absolutely can't let them off easily..." Before he could finish speaking, Bosco slapped him. There was a loud smack. Tomas was hit so hard that he lost his balance and ended up sitting awkwardly on the ground.

“Take her somewhere she won’t be too scared.” The other members chuckled nervously as the guard lifted her and moved speedily. Tommy smirked at the group. “Relax guys. I will be on my best behaviour today. Especially with who's coming.” Luke’s expression darkened. “You mean Adrian Cagliari?” Tommy nodded. “Yes. It’s not every day a name like his walks into our backyard, so I must take advantage of this opportunity. I need a good word from him. Maybe I’ll get the old man to back off if I bring home a powerful ally.”

I snap my mouth shut, smiling. Tomaso Greco is exactly what I expected and worse. He had silver hair and a smile that felt reassuring and dangerous at once. He steps forward, taking my hands in his. “Ah,” he says warmly. “Look at you. Absolutely stunning.” I smile politely. “Thank you,” “No wonder,” he adds, glancing at Nico, “he left my niece for you.” Nico stiffens beside me. “So,” Tomaso continues, turning back to me, still smiling. “Nico tells me you’re a model. Which agency are you with??”

Marco’s voice came from the other end of the phone. Tamara swallowed and replied. “Yeah, I had Tom release the video last night,” “What do you think?” She asked nervously as she looked out her car window again. It wasn’t that she thought Marco would disagree, she just felt nervous and wanted his approval. “What do I think?” Marco chuckled excitedly. “It’s brilliant Suta! You’re brilliant! That video is viral and the entire internet is cracking down on David just before your meeting!” A flood of relief rushed through Tamara at Marco’s obvious approval. His excitement caught her and she chuckled too.

Tyler slowly entered inside the office even if he looks like a bold and brave man but infront of these two man he feels like a coward and above that if the both of them are angry then only God can save him from them and right now the both of them were angry at the same time. "I have something important to tell you." Tyler said being brave but inside he was praying that none of them snap at him. "What is it?" Ace asked his calmly yet coldly because he knew if Nicholas will ask him then the consequences will not be good. "The deal with Martío-El-Ricco was successful and he wants your announce it infront of the mafia world that he is our partner now." Tyler told them making Nicholas to scoffed

“In less than thirty-six hours, he found my missing debtor, flew down to Mexico, dragged the little bastard back by the collar, and now? He’s on his way here with a trade offer.” My stomach twisted. Tommy. That cowardly, smug, useless piece of shit. Stacy found him. Got him. Brought him back. Mick grinned like he was already counting his payout. “As long as the kid doesn’t give him the slip,” he said, “you’ll be back in your cozy little bed by morning.” He stepped closer—not threatening, just circling, the way predators do when they already know the outcome. “Man like that,” he murmured, “might just be worth something.”

Everyone's head snapped towards the voice as Caroline furrowed, "Tommy, what's gotten into you?" She asked as Tommy began to walk towards Jasmine, "Nothing, we're leaving," he said as almost standing in front of jasmine before his brother stopped im with a hand on the shoulder, "Why so soon, Tom?" Stephen asked as Tommy immediately shoved Stephen's hand off of him before standing inches away from his face as his jaw clenched.

Massimo didn't grace the jab with a retort. All too soon, one of the mafia members seated stood up suddenly. Elena recognized the old man as being part of the Conti family—he must have taken over after his traitorous kin was caught. "We are gathered here to decide the dispute between Dons Massimo Ferraro and Tyler Morello," the man explained. He quickly began speaking of evidence of their dispute. Starting with the most recent car pileup accident Tyler caused, the new Don Conti worked backwards to listed every grievance between the two—getting to their first public disagreement at ABC Casino.