Tony Cry Novels & Stories

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

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"Hey! That's my toy!" I watch as the kid cries for her toy, being bullied by older kids. I stood up from the roof and walked away, I hate seeing such scenarios. I walked towards the Grymkin's forest, my clan's forest, this is where my clan moved after someone had spread a hideous rumor about us, which is true. Our clan controls fire. The kingdom has given us the title of "Grymkin's Protector" when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes.

SEE TO​NY. We went to the a⁠ddress. It was a La‍undr​o⁠m​a⁠t. Tony was‍ a man who looked like‌ he was made of old lea⁠ther⁠ and​ cigar smoke. He sat beh⁠i⁠nd th‍e coun‍ter, watching a s⁠oap opera on a tiny TV. "Two⁠ hundred‌ a week," T⁠ony grunted, not looking‍ away from the scr‍een.

They had promised each other to break their virginity together after graduation but Candy had chickened out last minute. In campus, Tony found a beautiful blonde girl who helped him break his virginity but ghosted him after and they never quite dated. After that he had never been anywhere close to love. He would occasionally have hookers around his house to satisfy him but that was it. This made him a lonely, bitter man. He longed for companionship and love. This channeled him to direct all his energy to his work. He was the best at what he did and Steve knew this. He knew if anyone would find the owner of the pendant it would be Tony. Tony had contacted Steve during the weekend bearing news

"He's just the druggie brother who Tony lets crash here sometimes." I nod. "Alright." Right then, the door opens again, and Tony walks in. His eyes turn wide when he sees me, so I offer him a smile too. "Hey Tony, how ya doin'?" I greet him cheerfully. Tony looks at me, his eyes still wide. I know he is contemplating turning around and running away, but he just stands there. He knows why I'm here, and he knows Marco will shoot him if he tries to run. "I-I'm doin' alright, Victor," Tony stammers, trying to appear calm. "I was just about to call you and let you know I'm working on getting the money together."

Everyone looked around the table and when no one said anything I asked, “Why are the Gambino’s absent?” “Carmine is still put off by the fact I won’t consider that fat fuck christopher for boss. He sent word that he couldn’t make it, made up some stupid fucking excuse so I couldn’t accuse him of disrespect, but we all know why he’s not here,” Tony said. Tony’s voice was getting raspier and he seemed like he had a lot harder time breathing every time I saw him. He was dying of throat cancer….but only he and I knew that.

Tony inserted the key into the car key hole as started it and drove out of there. Tony thought of what to do, he had to take Steve and his family to the old man's house by all means. Tony Brian had no idea of what to do so he decided to let the cat out. “Please sir, I need to discuss something with you. I hereby plead that you should not be upset with me” Tony pleaded. Steve looked at him and was confused, after all he was just coming back after two years. What could he be upset about?

I was utterly baffled on Draco’s answer… I narrowed my eyes and turned to look at Draco who was standing beside me and looking so confidently at all fishermen… ‘How many coin does he own to pay them double?’ I thought to myself upon hearing Draco proud words… however my thought was short lived when.. “DRUNKEN TONY IS A MANIC BROTHER….…. he won’t listen to anyone from our village… he will put up fight even if we dared to speak with him” that oversized fisherman argued back to skinny looking fisherman who once again shushed him and gave him a stern look…