Tony Cry Novels & Stories

“Would go a long way.” “Oh please, Chrissy,” Tony says, sitting straighter, clasping his hands to his chest, sarcasm in the lines of his angry face. “Please, please let me make a vow to you that’s definitely going to make dad kill me if he ever finds out!” Christian laughs, lighter than I’d expect him to be, and offers his hand. “Get to it, kid.”

He saw a crying little female student holding a coin, and Tony grabbed it immediately. "Don't worry about you!" Tony told him earnestly. "Forget it? I see you made the understudy cry and took her cash." He said that Haya. "Surely, it has nothing to do with you, in the fact that I took money from him? Isn't it your duty to make the understudies cry and take money as well?" pointed out Tony as he grabbed the candy. "That's a lie, I'm not taking their money." He said that Haya.

That I enjoyed it. “You’re good at this,” Tony says finally. “And I don’t tell people that. But you’ve crushed any future Lombardi problems, knocked the Coppolas into line, whipped our sorry asses into shape.” He pauses. “Even Dante admitted it was impressive.” My chest squeezes. I don’t care, don’t care, don’t care! These tears are… are from drinking my coffee too hot, nothing else. I swig more as if to prove it. Tony’s phone rings, and he checks the caller ID.

Tony says, stuffing his face. I smile, “it was me.” Tony drops to his knees in front of me, dramatically, “Sophie Victoria Sol, please be mine forever.” We all laugh. See comic relief. Tony is tall, I’d say 6’4”, curly black hair, bit of a tan, great muscular body and that smile. Always with the smile! “Do you want to break it to Neal or should I?” I ask. “Who is he? Does he matter, I love you!” Tony is really laying it on thick! So here goes nothing. Let’s see how far Mr. Spartan wants to take this.

Blood splatters from his mouth, but the asshole laughs, spitting blood onto the floor. “It’ll wear off,” Ryan sneers, eyes wild. “It’s just a little something to keep her quiet.” Demitri pulls out his phone, his voice dangerously low. “Tony, get over here. We’ve got a problem.” Tony. I know him, people fear Tony because he's a master are cutting away flesh without nipping at essential arteries, it means they live in his hell for longer. Hell, if Demitri’s calling Tony, things are about to get ugly fast. I would be happy to let Tony handle it—torture isn’t my style—but not tonight. Not after what this bastard did to Alissia.

It was pathetic to even think about harbouring a crush over her. "Did you handle your little problem, Trig?" Tony asked without greeting as he approached the doorman. Trig shrugged his shoulders, leaning closer to Tony. "I busted one of their noses, no problem, boss" he offered, glancing around a little before saying. "what is Don's daughter like eh? Is she a looker?" he asked with a dirty edged smirk.

What the fuck. "Fucking great. None of you?!" "You think I don't want to see her?! I miss her like hell Kyle! Every time I ask, it seems as if it's the wrong thing to do. They keep telling me to be quiet and I honestly don't know what to do! Even Eve made me swear not to ask," tears were already running down her cheeks. I've never seen Tonya cry. Angry? A lot. But tears? I didn't know how to make her feel better so I pulled her to my chest. She cried a bit longer but stopped herself from crying too much.

“I am so very sorry, that is not okay.” Tony had not cried since the breakup, he thought that he would but he did not. He was an overthinker so he actually had had that cross his mind even when they had just started dating. But when he hugged Clary, it did something to him. It was at first a small sob, and then the tears started flowing from his eyes, blinding his vision. “He promised me, he said that he was not going to be like the others; that he was not going to leave,” He cried, his lips trembling.

I let out a pained scream as I feel his thick length in my core and I hear him groan. His hands settle on my waist and his fingers sink into the skin as he pulls out, then thrusts in again, tearing another scream from me. "Fuck. This is why it’s you, baby. This is why it’ll always be you. You’ll always be my Veronica because you’re the only one I want to do this to. You have to understand I’m crazy for you. I’m completely in love with you, and it drives me insane when I see you around another guy. It gets me mad, Veronica, so please stop doing that to me. Stop doing that to us." He pauses and grunts as his strokes start to get faster. "I — fuck. You have me obsessed, baby, and I can’t stop n