Tony Kenning Novels & Stories

Tanya whispered. "No. I did not have a fling with someone else. I wouldn't dare. Remember what happened to Troy?* "I do. What the heck happened,then?" Another sigh escaped her lungs.even though she dreaded it,she would have to spill everything to Tanya. Anthony sat quietly in his office scribbling through the tons of paper he had left behind. How had he left two months' work pending? His ears tingled as he heard someone refill his coffee mug for the fifth time this morning. He pulled his wristwatch upwards. It was just ten am. This would be an extremely long day, he concluded as his hands stretched out for the fuel that powered him. Coffee.

I argued giving him a pointed look but Yurik was as stubborn as an ox once he set his mind on something. "Oh, you're one of those bosses who want experienced workers but won't give non- experienced workers the chance to gain the experience they need to find work so how is anybody ever supposed to find work if no one is willing to give them a chance." Yurik rambled on and I looked at him in utter confusion. My brain nearly malfunctioned. "Are you on crack?" I asked slowly. "Dominic," he sighed and him calling me by my full name told me he was serious. "You can't tell me that you don't see potential in her. She's exactly what we need."

The part of her that had been silenced for too long. “Why now?” Serena whispered, her lips barely moving. “Because you’re no longer running from yourself.” Nene’s voice was calm but edged with strength. “You’re finally letting yourself remember. Accept. Breathe.” Serena closed her eyes again, and instead of darkness, she saw silver. A swirl of mist, shifting into the silhouette of a graceful wolf—tall, majestic, and glowing like moonlight. Nene’s eyes mirrored hers, full of pain, strength, and determination.

Kenneth added. Tony, getting ready to go out to help on the field, heading for the door, equipped, "Tell them to save a bit of the action for me. I miss the thrill of the field. I don't think I'll be a help with you here. Your skill is enough already." Kenneth nodded, "Sure thing, old-timer. Stay sharp out there."

He offered. Nodding my head, I gave him a confirmation. The bartender served my glass. “My father wants to make peace,” Anthony blurted out. “Fucking bastard,” my shoulders jerked as I chuckle hard into my fist. This was the funniest joke of the century. My laughter faded into a scowl. “Why now?” “Because the game doesn't taste sweet anymore.” “Interesting. So the old man of yours wants to make peace after piercing so many bullets into me?”

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

"I don't get it why Mr. Huntington has to be so overbearing." Ken held his hands up to comfort Monroe but his voice was low as if possible he wouldn't speak of what he was going to say. "I mistakened thinking that Volleyball and me would be partners for life." Roy clenched his fists at Ken's tired tone. He himself knows how attached Ken is to the sport and yet because of some foolish hereditary succession, Ken has to give up on his passion and start something that wasn't meant to be his choice.

Taylor, Logan, Nancy, Mila and two guards are right behind us. It takes us about three hours to make it to Storm Forrest pack. When we make it to the entrance of her pack her father, brother and his Luna are waiting by the entrance. “Nick, what a pleasant surprise, what brings you today” Mila’s father Jacob Gibson says, shaking my hand. I lean forward and shake Mila's brother Thomas Gibson and his Luna Mara hand. "Nick, how are things going? I heard about your Luna. I'm glad she was found". Thomas says and I can see the sincerity in his eyes.

I read story after story of tragedy; whole families killed, children left orphaned, businesses destroyed… and then I came across the memorial piece for the Luna. A black and white image of her funeral took up the whole front page. The photographer had captured the shot from the side, showing Julius standing at her coffin, wearing a plain black suit, his head held high as he looked forward into nothingness. There was no evidence that he had shed any tears, in fact his face seemed to lack emotion altogether. It mirrored the face of the man who stood beside him, an older gentleman who I assumed was his father.

“Stop right there, “ I heard a voice say. I turned around to see Jonathan standing behind us with his men who were all pointing guns at us. “You fooled me, Brianna. I thought you wanted to meet and make up but you only wanted to put a tracker on me so you could find out where Nikolai was. You thought I wouldn’t find out? “ He asked. That breakfast we had had was the time I took to put a tracker on him. With the help of Anabelle, Lorenzo spilled the beans on what had taken place. My father had funded the Russians to get rid of the Sicilian mafia. When that didn’t work, he funded Lorenzo and Viv to get Nikolai out of the picture so they could rule in peace. To say I was disgusted by the sight