Tony Montana Quotes Novels & Stories

If Laney survives this, I hope she can’t remember that it was her hand that squeezed the life out of him. “Stop wasting time!” Monty yells over his shoulder, as he deflects a hit. “JUST FUCKING GO!” His voice echoes its command, and I move in accordance. Rome doesn’t have to trust me, shit, I’d be weary if she did, but the enemy is mere feet away and if getting her to the throne is the thing that will save her, or end this war that seems to only be growing, then I have to try, for her.

That I enjoyed it. “You’re good at this,” Tony says finally. “And I don’t tell people that. But you’ve crushed any future Lombardi problems, knocked the Coppolas into line, whipped our sorry asses into shape.” He pauses. “Even Dante admitted it was impressive.” My chest squeezes. I don’t care, don’t care, don’t care! These tears are… are from drinking my coffee too hot, nothing else. I swig more as if to prove it. Tony’s phone rings, and he checks the caller ID.

He avoided Logan's gaze and looked away toward the window. "It doesn't matter," Monty said. "It matters enough that you fought him," Logan replied. Monty didn't say anything to that. He kept looking at the window. Logan waited. He was good at waiting. He had learned patience the hard way since coming to Hericon because in this place patience was sometimes the only tool available to him. After a long moment, Monty spoke. "He kept calling me a breeder," Monty said. His voice was flat when he said it. Like he had practiced making it flat so it wouldn't shake.

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.

she said and walked out, Mr Montero was left standing there following her with his eyes until she disappeared, He then turned and saw that Steve had not moved an itch "Steven Dante, am sorry you lost the case" he said sarcastically "I might have lost the case Jeff Montero but this is just the beginning of your nightmares" Steve sternly replied with no fear "I would like to know what gives you the guts to try and mess with me though" Mr montero moved closer to Steve until they stood tall to tall "I never lose Steven and the sooner you realize that the better, don't play with fire, you wont like the way it will burn you next time" he warned

Am I thinking too much? "Stop overthinking, Tony. It is not what you are thinking!" Tanya said, a playful smile spreading on her face. "You are so transparent that even a kid would know what you're thinking," she laughed, throwing her head back before continuing through her laughter, "I am not saying I would have married you. I am saying as your friend, I could have simply helped you take care of Twen as another parent."

“You’re playing your little game with Talia, and I get it. She’s fresh. She’s fire. But don’t forget, I know you, Maxton. Better than she ever will.” She smiled sweetly and turned to walk away. And like an idiot, I laughed. Not because it was funny. But because Bambi always made poison taste like candy, and I was still learning how not to bite. NOW. I flicked the cigarette off the edge and watched it fall, ending glowing like a tiny ember of my own self-destruction. “Maxton?” I turned at the sound of the voice. It was Tony. Of course. He walked over, two paper cups in hand. Coffee. Or tea. Probably some hippie made that coffee and swore fixed broken hearts. Tony was always the type to believ

Our eyes met, and I spoke softly, sincere gratitude coloring my words. "I owe you my life, Tony," I said, acknowledging the depth of his sacrifice and the profound impact it had on me. It was a debt that I knew I could never fully repay. "For blood, for life," Tony responded, his voice filled with conviction. Tony drove away. I watched his car disappear into the distance.

He locked eyes with the Don’s. The lampshade on the table is giving an interrogation vibe. Especially with their positions. ‘They are the interrogators and I’m the interrogatee.’ Tony finds it funny. “Nothing really.. I just miss the family,” he said flatly. His voice said one thing. His tone another. “Non dire cazzate! (Don’t say bullshit!),” his father snapped. Tony threw a nonchalant glance to his father who started to pace behind the Don. Leandro’s face was hard—no trace of the misty eyes from earlier.

“Yeah. I think it could have been hotter,” “Myra has always liked her spicy food,”Kat shakes her head, laughing at Tony as pours more milk into his mouth. He groans. “For fucks sake babe that shit ain’t ate able,” he tells me and I laugh. Tony’s always been a funny guy with a tough guy act but this has taken the cake on all his pranks. I know I’ll hear about it once he gets the feeling back in his tongue about laughing but I just can’t help myself. This shits funny.