Tony Padilla Novels & Stories

Alpha Leonardo; “Don’t fucking tell me that you have no idea who that lady was!?” I slammed hard on the bar stand as I roared at the bartender. I’d been here for hours waiting for this damn bartender to resume his duty shift. And now, he had no idea about the lady. Fucking no idea!! I’d watched the CCTV but the damn thing didn't capture her. Or should I say, the part of her was erased. Every damn thing. Someone fucking did, and no one in this club could tell me who did.

I asked in a tone that said I don't give second chances. "Yes, Mr. Gravano." "First question, why do you want to sell out your boss?" "Lorenzo has my two sons, and I want them back," Carter said, looking at me, and I could tell there was something more to the story. "Why does he have your sons?" "My wife and I used to work for him, but someone stole drugs and made it look like we..." "Wait, your son's name isn't, by any chance, Roberto Porzio?" I asked when I heard him talk about what happened.

Since Tony was capable of planning Justin’s murder, he was sure the scoundrel would be capable of plunging a knife in his back on his own. Slowly, he stepped backward toward the door, keeping a cautious eye on the other man. Justin prayed Brooke had gotten out of the study somehow. Brad had promised to help her. As he reached the door, he heard several voices outside mere seconds before someone pounded on the door. He quickly opened it before Tony could stop him. Five F.B.I. agents rushed into the house, all of them wearing their protective gear and wielding guns. “Tony Pierpont, you’re under arrest for attempted murder and premeditated murder.” Two men grabbed Tony and pushed him against th

"The bastard you're seeing is Tony Miller." Callum knew that, he couldn’t miss this fucker even if he was intoxicated. Tony Miller was a face that popped up countless times from the start of his investigation into the syndicate. He oversaw every high-end shipment, especially out of state. But he couldn’t tell James that, for all he knew, they were in Chicago to get intel on a Russian threat. Callum quickly shattered his moment of silence before James got suspicious. "A tycoon?" He asked. James chuckled dryly. “Well, not anymore, someone made sure of that. The fucker looks like he's going to piss himself.”

Tony sat opposite her on the other one. “Did I ask you to? Before we continue there is something I want you to know first and that is I am sorry." Tony said suddenly. “For what?” Grace said surprised. “ I have not been completely honest with you Grace, I am a Businessman - a dam good one in fact but that is only a tiny proportion of my operations!" Tony said. “What do you mean?” Grace said confused. “I am an American Gang Leader Grace and I am also head of the American Gang Syndicate!" Tony said simply.

“Do you know Smiley Alvarado?” Dominic releases a disgusted snort. “Are you kidding me? Isn’t that the crazy fuck that went to jail for killing a bunch of women? Why the fuck would I know him?” “Are you telling me that you don’t know, Smiley?” He shakes his head. “No, man, I don’t. However, I do watch the news. Especially news that involves my men, and my territory, so I know of him. What does this have to do with Tony and the woman he tried to kidnap?”

And he asked himself for the hundredth time just what had Paddy discovered that made it so vital to silence him permanently. * Lucien Delano was listening to Tony Beston who had already gone through the camera footage from the CCTV at the hospital. he turned to Schwartz who was riding with him, busy on his own phones. He turned to Schwartz, his face tight with rage. ‘Paval has hiked up the game. He has brought in a professional. A hired assassin trained by the Mossad no less.’ Schwartz tensed as the name of the assassin landed on his phone as well. Hila Zaidi.

Her gun at her side. “Alonso Ricci, Paddy Smyth. You are now sentenced for your involvement in human and sex trafficking. For your involvement in the deaths of Hatchet and Deanna Jackson. I have found you guilty of any and all crimes. May you rest in Hell.” She lifts the gun and points it at Paddy, who pisses himself and sobs like a baby. He is pleading with his eyes, but Rebel isn’t giving a shit as she squeezes the trigger. The bang echoes around the room as Paddy’s head falls forward when she turns the gun on Alonso.

If he could turn back the time, he wouldn't make so many mistakes; Donnell would kill Elliot from when he met him. Oliver looked at the hooded person, he had frozen thinking it could be Mr. Craig and that he was waiting for them, but when he stood up, he noticed that he was much taller and muscular than Mr. Craig, which caused him to shiver a little; he didn't want to mess with that giant. When Chrystal Daly snapped him out of his thoughts, he turned his gaze to the tombstone in front of him; there were strange scribbles that he couldn't decipher. The redhead read the description, which consisted only of her mother's name and her birth and death dates.

"Mr. Ye, we found this scumbag at the airport trying to buy a one way ticket to Japan. I think he was going to try to skip out on his debt to you and the other big bosses. What should we do with him now?" Tony was never seen or heard from again.