Novelas y relatos de Tony Montana

Montana regarding the collision. Anthony's warnings echo brutally in my mind: 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘛 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘭. AUTHOR'S NOTE : Thank you for going through this clusterfuck Luncheon with me. What follows is absolute sweetness that we signed up for. May no problems arise again. See you in next chapters for fun and giggles.

"I assume this is Kalina?" Tony and Kalina stood up and shook hands with Drake. "Kalina, this is Alpha Drake, the Alpha of the Dark Howlers pack…" Talia observed Tony who was tall and muscular. He had a shirt on, but it was obvious that his physique paled in comparison to Drake's. Tony was a handsome man, with a full head of brown hair and chocolate eyes, but what stood out the most was his smile which was not characteristic to any Alpha Talia met so far. Tony was just… happy.

Jason pushed the door open,the place was dark, smelling of rust and gasoline. “Stay sharp,” he whispered, leading the way. He met Scarlet at the back of the shop, next to her was a guy Jason didn’t recognize, skinny with a nervous look. “Jason,” Scarlet said, nodding. “Glad you made it.” “What’s this about?” Jason asked, glancing at the stranger. Scarlet gestured to the guy. “This is Tony. Used to run with Miguel. He’s got something you need to hear.” Tony shifted, looking uneasy. “I… I heard what went down last night. You and Miguel. He’s pissed, man. He’s planning something big.”

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

Us Mafioso men rarely got any sleep at night. The sins we’d done in our lifetime were enough to haunt us even with our eyes wide open. “What are you doing here so late?” Antonio asked as he stepped ahead of Susanna. His son was right behind his parents in casual wear while their other daughter hid behind a pillar. “I need to talk to you and your wife.” I casually walked to the living room and sat on one of the couches. The family followed except for their other children. “This couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” Antonio asked as he made himself confortable in the seat opposite mine. He may have looked calm but I noticed how his hands kept touching his side. I suspected his gun was there.

Who fucking knows, but right now I have more pressing matters to attend to. I reach for my mobile from the table by the fireplace and press the call button against Tony’s i.d. He picks up. “Hey, you safe?” He asks, his white button down open at the neck and growth along his chin. His eyes look tired. “Yeah, we’re safe. I have doubled up the protection. You find Dario yet?” “Nowhere?” “What about Monletto the fucking snake?” “No sign of him either.” Tony sounds exasperated; I am weary from all this bullshit.

"What are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same thing. Hold up, are you Bilen Araya's sister?" Monty questioned, taking off his glasses. He looked different from the previous night I saw him doing coke at the bathroom and he definitely resembled nothing like the guy that taught me how to reach the max of pain. I nodded. "Let me guess, you are a police officer." "Detective Montgomery," Monty stretched out his hand for a shake. I stared down on his hand, while examining his face all the same. "How can I help you?"

Montana I wanted to scream but I couldn't even open my mouth it felt like I was hypnotized, he is Dominican El-Marciano, the son of the unshakable Drug lord, right now I could feel beads of sweat running down from my forehead, my blood stopped running immediately, how did I end up in the house of the Maciano's, I couldn't take it anymore the air-conditioned was on but I am sweating so bad that I started dating myself with my own hand

How the hell was he able to keep this calm even though I had refused to answer his questions? What I knew about Alphas was that they would get angry if they asked one a question and then failed to get a reply from the person. A perfect example was Alpha Kyle, he would make sure to torture me at every little thing even though I didn't know if that was how he treated the remaining members of his pack. "Evelyn." Alpha Ethan's voice came again, as calm as the sea which sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't understand what was happening. This Alpha should get annoyed at me for damn's sake, only then would I feel relieved. But his actions were scaring the hell out of me. I needed help.

Sheriff Penser, still tense says in a quiet voice, “still no word on Cammie’s sister, but after some investigation I’ve managed to trace the fancy log cabin Cammie mentioned in her statement back to the ‘Grand Mountain Lodge’, the one up on Denali National Reserve. It’s the lodge all the big city rich folk use for their mountain getaways. From what I can tell, the lodge rents out black trucks with the three pine tree slogan on, just like Cammie described.” “So what have you done about it?” Robin asks with wide eyed anticipation. “Well it’s not as easy as all that, I’ve been up to the lodge and asked around, but they are pretty tight lipped when it comes to their clientele. One of the porters