Tony Cry Novels & Stories

“Then, call Reynold. He can help us. I already used his services eight years ago. He knows where to start.” Tony’s frown deepened. I could sense the distaste for Reynold in Tony’s expression. I don’t know why he does not seem to like Reynold when my other best friend is a very likable person. “He knew about her. He was the one who helped me track her down eight years ago.” I admitted, and much to my bafflement, Tory’s eyebrows met and formed a straight line. “What’s with that look?” I asked. “I don’t like your friend. He’s too arrogant for my taste.” Tony admitted.

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

she poked her thumb at Tony and he smacked her hand away from his chest. “Hey,” He protested. “I have principles.” “Oh yeah? Name one.” “...I don’t drink before noon.” he puffed out his chest. It was his confidence for me. “That’s a fucking lie and you know it.” “Fuck you, Candice. At least I know when to put the liquor!” Tony huffed. “Huh? Are you trying to pick a fight you big turkey!” Candy stood, rolling her sleeve up to reveal her own tattoos. "Yeah, you Gorilla! Square em’ up!” Tony stood to his feet as he rolled up his own sleeve, but before he could finish up, Candy was already tackling him to the ground.

Lyla asked, still having her fake smile on. “Yeah. I am,” he replied, rubbing his sweaty palms at the back of his trousers. “If you'd excuse me Mr… umm —” “Tony” “ Mr Tony, I need to get dressed,” she did her best to sound polite. “Yeah, sure,” Tony said and took his exit in a hurry. Lyla slammed the door behind him. Never had she been or met a man as arrogant and proud as Grey. She leaned her back against the floor, her head aching in a web of thoughts. She just needed air to think.

“Troy doesn’t do that?” “No. He shut that operation down completely. It sparked a war between him and Lawson.” “That’s when you joined him?” “Yes ma’am.” Tony puffed up with pride. “Everyone I know wants to work for Mister Bailey, but he only takes the best.” "He doesn't deal in women and drugs," I said. “How the hell does he make money then?” Tony gave me a lopsided grin and shook his head. “I don’t think the boss would like it if I tell you.”

“Are you expecting someone?” Tony shakes his head but she doesn’t believe and glares at Tony. “Pray that isn’t one of your girlfriends..or I swear I’ll cut off your balls! She threatened him. Tony quickly slams his legs together and cover his dick. “What? I need this to create my pups you know? He replies dramatically as ever. Tonia got up and head towards the door, she opens it and saw a guy outside, she tilts his head and saw a tattoo on the guy’s neck.

“What can we say? We’re resilient. Besides, someone had to make sure this place didn’t collapse before you two showed up.” “Resilient?” I shook my head, unable to keep the smirk off my face. “You’re sitting there like you just ran a damn marathon, and you’re calling it resilience?” Tony took another drag of his cigarette, his grin widening. “I won, by the way. As usual.” “Won?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Petrov and I had a little wager,” Tony explained, gesturing lazily between them. “Who’d take down more guys. Guess who came out on top?”

" Tony's face blanched at the mention of the name. Clyde West was a name one knew-the powerful CEO of West Media, a man with enough influence to crush anyone beneath him. But Tony, still brash to a great degree, swung a glass in Clyde's direction. In one swift move, Clyde caught Tony's wrist in mid-swing and twisted it behind his back, forcing him over the table. Tony yelped as Clyde leaned down, speaking in a low, strong tone. "You're going to apologize to her for what you did." Tony gritted his teeth as a strained tone shook through his voice. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have hit you, Violet. I'm sorry! Clyde released him, and Tony scrambled to his feet, his face humiliated and in pain as he r

Kate gasped when she saw him. Tony was lying on the floor wearing a white bathrobe and curled up in a fetal position. His hands were gripping his head tightly as if he wanted to break his skull open. Kate kneeled beside him and tried to pry his hand away from his head. “Tony, talk to me. What is it?” She asked him desperately. “Head… ache…” he managed to say in a strangled voice. “Where is your medication?” Kate asked him. “Ca…bi…net,” Tony answered brokenly.

she shot back, catching the muscular man off guard. “I’m Antonio, but everyone calls me Tony,” he smiled, assuming he just met his sexual match. “What’s your name beautiful?” Tony asked, finishing off the last of his beer. “My name is Cybill, but does it really matter Tony? Are we honestly going to remember each other after tonight?” Cybill quipped, knowing filthy little Antonio wouldn’t even be alive after tonight. “Damn, you are sassy! I like that. If you don’t cut it out I may have to spank you,” Tony smiled, his dimples cutting into the thick layer of stubble on his cheeks.