Tonio Jjba Novels & Stories

I snap, leaning forward to stare at her, incredulous. Jesse snaps a hand out, his arm crossing my chest. “Easy, June. Let’s…all take it easy for a few minutes and…just swap some information. Because I seriously need to know why you and Transparent Tony are having a barbeque in the Underworld with a Dark Prince and a Seal Princess.” Orion and Laila murmur their agreement for the knowledge swap, but I just slowly turn to Anton in surprise. “Tony?” I whisper, incredulous. “Your – your name is Tony!?”

Gianna,am ready to take all your pain away,no matter what it takes. T.B.C

Travis hissed, returning the stare. "Enough! You lovers can discuss the fuss later," He snapped. Both looked at him with big eyes. They opened their mouths but shut them immediately, "Sorry, boss." They said, simultaneously. They exchanged looks one more time, "There's no Bratva in the game. It's Jerry Hunter and a local mob leader Geo, that's what they called him. We'll know his real name and other details soon. Tony sold himself to him. Mob leader paid him a handsome sum. And..." She hesitated, looking at Travis.

I know he does, but I want to hear it from him. “Yes, he does. His name is Lee Johnson. But Tony doesn’t always hang out with Lee. Tony has an issue with hookers and so he tends to be either in the brothels or out hunting. Lee, however, is always out hunting.” Well, he is in for a shock then. “Very well. I will go and see Tony. If I find out anything. I will let you know. Good day.” I say, turning and walking to the door. The smile leaving my lips. I won’t be telling him shit.

Donovan leaned against the elegant balcony railing, the sprawling cityscape beneath him an intricate web of twinkling lights and restless energy. "Boma," he breathed into the phone, the distant urban symphony harmonizing with the velvety timbre of his voice. "I trust you're conducting yourself with decorum tonight. You know the repercussions if you decide otherwise. You know me. I will find out if you misbehave." Boma's voice quivered on the other end, an intricate blend of reverence and apprehension infusing her response. "I'm not doing anything bad, I swear," she whispered, her words a delicate fusion of compliance and trepidation.

He offered. Nodding my head, I gave him a confirmation. The bartender served my glass. “My father wants to make peace,” Anthony blurted out. “Fucking bastard,” my shoulders jerked as I chuckle hard into my fist. This was the funniest joke of the century. My laughter faded into a scowl. “Why now?” “Because the game doesn't taste sweet anymore.” “Interesting. So the old man of yours wants to make peace after piercing so many bullets into me?”

With shaking hands, he answered it. Tony's cheerful voice came through, "Juan, my boy! How's it going? Have your fun, but don't go too far. I still need that kid alive for a bit." "Dad, I-I…" Juan stammered. Tony chuckled. "I know you're having fun. You're my only heir, my future successor. So enjoy yourself and show him East Side's power. Anyway, I've got to go—Ms. Rhodes, Dr. Aicker, and Dylan are here demanding his release. Isn't that hilarious, Juan?"

“He took the bait. He withdrew eight thousand from the mayor’s offshore account.” I didn’t even blink. “That’s all?” “He was probably testing the waters,” he said. “Like a rat sniffing cheese.” Tita Maribel shifted beside us, wrapped in a knitted purple shawl and fanning herself despite the aircon blasting like a snowstorm. Her eyes were locked on the TV where Gong Yoo was currently hacking zombies with a bat. She wasn’t giggling anymore. “Diyos ko,” she whispered. “I hope he survives this one. He’s too handsome to die.”

Her eyes scanned everywhere and she couldn’t wait to be part of the fun. “Ah mi gente,” someone said behind them and they turned to see Antonio, he was dressed in khaki and unbuttoned brown shirt, there was a glass of piña-colada in his hand and seeing it already made Ava’s mouth water, “I didn’t think you would come but I didn’t stop hoping,” he glanced at Ava and smiled, “you are looking very bonita, chica,” he winked. “What should I say, thank you?” she asked with a smile, the way he had said it told her it was a compliment.

“Ehi! Dove vai? (hey, where are you going?)” “Non ti muovere! (don’t move!)” Tony didn't give them a second to finish. He swung his fist. A loud crack echoed. A jaw. The second guard reached for his piece— Tony rammed his shoulder into the man’s chest. Hard. Knocking him off balance. Then he sprinted past. Voices behind him. Shouts. But some of the Santa De Leones men turned. One recognized him. “E Antonio! Il nipote del Don, il suo erede! (It’s Antonio! The Don’s grandson, his heir!)