Tony Montana Novels & Stories

"Where's your family? There are some things I need to discuss with them." "I don't have any family. Please, just give it to me straight." The doctor hesitated for a moment before admitting, "Several of your internal organs are severely ruptured and displaced. Your kidneys, in particular... I'm afraid things don't look good." I wanted to smile, but I couldn't even move the corners of my mouth. I had forgotten that after enduring countless bouts of high fever in that isolated, godforsaken mountain, my face had already become partially paralyzed.

“A woman who has chosen hiding rather than family, you came to play the good guy?” “No.” I tilted my head. “I came to warn you.” His wolf bristled. “About what?” “You’re playing a cold game,” I whispered, stopping his wolf with a flick of my finger. “And you’re losing. You are just failing to see it.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even for them. Lorenzo’s voice dropped, dangerous. “To who?” “Xavier Blackthorn.” I locked eyes with him. “And Valerie. The Luna you’re underestimating more than anyone. The weak pawn that you think you can play.”

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

“Good.” Tony gave him a look. “Not all of them will agree.” “I didn’t ask them to.” Tony exhaled through his nose, pacing once before stopping across from him. “No. But they were expecting something else.” Decker’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Explain.” Tony tapped a finger against the map spread across the table Dark Mountain in the center, Edgewater Falls to the west, and to the east… “Alpha Morgan’s territory,” he said. Decker followed the motion.

"You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!" The grip on my shoulder tightened painfully, crushing my still-healing body. "Take your hand off me!" I snapped, fighting against the Beta's strength. Suddenly, a shiny modern silver car pulled up, with Damon driving and Cassandra looking victorious and jealous beside him. The windows were rolled down. Cassandra's eyes narrowed as she said, "Damon, look! It is the poor Omega! I guess she is still obsessed with you even after all this time." Damon turned to me. His face was cold, and fishy. The sight of him, the memory

I dusted my denim jeans as I hurriedly crossed the hallway and made my way to the patio where I was waiting for a call that would mean my mission for today had been completed. Tony Montana would be home soon. For months, he had carefully evaded me and the traps I had set up for him. He had pleaded for more time to pay his debt or return the products. His excuse was the market was filled with strong competitors selling the same products for half the actual price making it difficult to make sales as fast as we wanted. But I never believed him, his excuse didn't quite match up. Tony Montana was a chronic gambler. It was a strong ci

Meanwhile, Elvis Montgomery sat in a sleek office with Mr. Thorne, sipping coffee as the two men exchanged quiet, calculating conversation, filled with laughter and sinister plots. Mr. Thorne,the chairman of Titan Dynamic, and a man in his fifties with a physique that looked far younger than his actual age, let out a booming laugh. “I’m pleased with your help, Mr. Thorne,” Elvis said with a slow, satisfied smile. Mr Thorne nodded multiple times eargerly, letting out a laugh, “No need for that formality, Elvis. Your father and the Montgomery Empire is a key partner to Titan Dynamics, you know that. So yes, I’ll help you deal with Vanessa. However you want.”

I ask. “We ate on the patio, and it’s heating up,” Tony informs me. “Let’s find a spot in the kitchen.” I motion for her to follow the steps her daughter took only moments before, and I follow. We sit at the kitchen island, and Montana places ice-cold drinks in front of each of us. “Carson,” Tony begins, “Montana has told me so much about you today. It’s nice to meet you.” “Thanks,” I respond. “I hope most of it was good.” “Phish.” Tony waves her hand. “Seems you’re much more than a rock star.”

Did he find out anything on my cell phone and the private number that was calling me? I set my gun on the kitchen counter, making sure I have uncocked it. Tony is pacing from side to side, his fingers running nervously through his curly, dark hair. It was beautifully styled with gel when he arrived, and even though he has ruined it completely now, he still looks effortlessly handsome. "Tony, wh–" "Why the hell didn't you tell me that your ex is Mateo Morales?" he snaps, his icy blue eyes darting at me in a deathly gaze. "The head of De La Cruz cartel?" he hisses, lowering his voice so the neighbors don't hear him.

I gasped, blinking disbelievingly. Mr. Stevens cleared his throat. "Mr. Montero was a very wealthy man, Miss Mills. A billionaire to be exact. And before his untimely death, he left a sizable sum to you." My knees tried to go out from underneath me, and I leaned against the doorframe to stay upright. A billionaire? Torin? How the hell—the man I knew lived in a compound, not a mansion. He rode a motorcycle, not flew in a private jet. "How… How much?" I managed to croak out.