Tonio Jjba Novels & Stories

There was an oriental music playing and she was surprised to know she was actually enjoying it. “Antonio,” a man called and waltzed his way towards them, he looked like he was in his mid forties and he had black missed with white hair and intelligent black eyes, he went straight to communicating in Spanish and since Ava was playing not to understand Spanish, she ignored them by looking around and admiring her vicinity.

His uncle. His father’s one and only younger brother. Tony didn't answer. More like he couldn't. Three more people stepped in. Tony’s eyes were not leaving the newly arrived people. He saw his mother, Maria—who now refused to look at him. ‘She looks nervous.’ Then his father, Leandro. And finally— His grandfather, cane in hand. The Don. Don Leon Santa De Leones. Tony swallowed hard.. He was now in the presence of the real leader of the family.

He nods and pretends not to be hurt, he clenched his jaw and blink his eyes like he’s trying to blink some tears away. “ Now I understand, Tonia just confirmed my doubts!” He slumps on a sofa. Tonia and I lean on each other waiting for Tony drama, episode 1 of Tony’s show today. “ I have always knew it ! Now it’s confirmed I was adopted, mom and dad picked me up from the dumpster..!” He begin wiping his imaginary tears and shakes his head. Tonia sighed deeply and thinks for a moment or two. Jane, how about we sell him off to those slave traders?

Anton smirks at me, searching my face as I laugh. “What’s so funny about being called Tony?” “Because!” I exclaim, shaking my head at him, brushing my hair away from my face, getting my words out between laughter. “You can’t be a ghost named Tony – Tony is like, the guy who works in the sandwich shop down the street! Tony trades you his lunch money for the answers to the history quiz! Tony isn’t hand-picked by the Goddess as a mystical handmaid to aid the Princess in the Underworld –“

Maybe I had been overreacting. I rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a shorter man, about my age, with a haze of five o’clock shadow on his jaw. “Tommaso!” The guy smiled like he knew me. “I’m Tony, Tony Sandino.” I nodded and took a step back. “Good to meet you, Tony. You’re a little early, aren’t you?” This was the guy picking the shipment up later tonight. He shrugged. “I like to touch-base with my suppliers before the shipment, especially when it’s someone I haven’t dealt with before.”

Camilla and Derek say in unison. "Next is Adrián Lopez. The smart one." He even looked it, with his geeky glasses, smart pants and suspenders. Don't let all that fool you, he's a player. "Jose-Antonio Guttierrez. We call him JAG." "And I am also the babysitter for the rest of these dumbasses." JAG adds making Camilla and Derek and the kids to laugh. "And last but not the least, Christiano Goméz." He smiles kindly and nods at them.

He saw a lifeline, even if it was wrapped in barbed wire. "You're Valencia Knox," he whispered, his eyes narrowing as he tried to place me. "The one they call the Titan of the East. I heard you were looking to move into shipping." "I was," I said, leaning back and crossing my legs. "But I don't buy from men who can't keep their own house in order. You look pathetic, Antonio. It’s hard to negotiate with a man who has spit on his lapel."

“Sayonara Sato.” “Karera wa Anata o neratte iru, Don Antonio (They're coming for you, Don Antonio).” Kenji sneered in his foreign dialect before letting out a gruesome painful scream as the torture began. ° ° ° “Run a background check on that girl and bring her to me.” Antonio ordered his right hand man, Bruno. “The badass who shot Sato?” Antonio didn't respond to his theatrical question. “As you wish.” Bruno playfully saluted the boss and strutted out to carry out his instructions.

Then he turned to Don Colvino seated beside him. "Isn't that right, Santino?" "Indeed." Don Colvino nodded with a gloomy expression. BANG! "Goddamnit, I'm about to burst! Why drag this out when you should reveal who that bastard is right now! Who the hell is it?!" Tony Rico slammed the table and jumped to his feet. His fierce gaze swept over everyone's faces, searching for the traitor. His eyes looked ready to beat the betrayer to death with his bare hands the moment the name was revealed.

Quinn. “This is the Jewel of Giordano’s Telecommunication company Sir. I can assure you that with this, the world will see us as different.” I stared at the holographic projection, the sleek new model of our communication device hovering in mid-air. It was the culmination of months of work, the jewel of Giordano Telecommunications’ upcoming launch. The board members around the table leaned forward, expressions eager as they waited for my approval of the presentation. “Mr Giordano, the integration of the new encryption algorithms with the AI-driven interface is exceptional,” remarked Sergio, one of the senior engineers. His eyes gleamed with the fervour of a man who saw dollar signs in every