Tony Cry Novels & Stories

I could hear two others walking this way down the abandoned street, forcing Jason to abruptly stop and wait for them to pass. “We haven’t heard from pacco for ten minutes, do you think Colby got through?” “Either that or left because of Freddie, that guy isn’t much for patience.” “Me and the other guys got a bet goin, I say that Pacco won’t last an hour, the other guy says he won’t last two.” “In any case, we need to keep a look out Colby is more trained then any of us.” I rolled my eyes, the only reason I know more then them is because I had no choice but to train, I am the leaders son, its my job to be an example.

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.

Tony looks up to see Trevor with his dick out, slowly massaging himself woke watching us. 1766

“Just like on the movies.” “That’s right,” Tony smiled in agreement. After a minute it became obvious that Brandi was waiting for him to speak. “You’re supposed to make me an offer now,” he urged. “Huh?” “Make me an offer,” repeated Tony. “To get me to confess you need to offer me something.” “Like what?” asked Brandi. Tony sighed again, this wasn’t going to be easy. He decided to cut to the chase. “Look, I’ll tell you what. You suck my cock, and I’ll confess to killing the Queen of England.”

“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.

Even if he had to laugh until it hurt to see it. "I don't-" Tony started to speak smoothly "AHAHAA! NO! SHIT!" "-recall any-" "TONY- HAHAHAA, *gasp* STOP!-" "-twerps being-" "HAHAHAHAHA, DUDE STOP! ST- *gasp* hahahaha-" "-nominated for any-" "DUDE, I CAN'T! BAHAH-HAHAA! I'M CRYIN' DUDE-" "-Nobel prizes!" Tony punctuated every couple words with squeezes, prods, and playful grabs to his side.

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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.

“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?”