Tony Padilla Novels & Stories

“Seventeen years?” “Do they keep tabs on you?” she continued to press. Tony chuckled darkly. “Would you if it were you? After you tip all of their ‘business’ sites and dealings to the INTERPOL? I’m telling you, that’s what I did.” Then he paused. “I do not like drugs. Nor weapons,” Tony said truthfully. “Then you are perfect for the role,” she said, putting down the book on the table with a quiet thud. “Pffttt… In case you forgot sweetie, forced vacation means—terminated,” Tony mocked.

I sat alone in that row of three seats, and cried and cried and cried. "Donna?" I looked up to see a tall, lanky man with an overgrown beard. "I'm Angelo." He offered. "I am Sergio's underboss." I nodded. "I'm not your Donna. Your Don is inside fighting for his life because of me." Angelo eyed the seat beside me, and I told him to sit down. "Jace is dead." He said. "Good." "Landon is alive, but we have him now." I nodded. "Okay."

The young man, because he was (very much), did have something to do with Tony Urdaneta, but he was not one of his subjects, but rather an enemy who —apparently— once was not. Two days passed. Back at the apartment, watching Olivia sleep, letting her rest after taking so much care of me, making sure I took the antibiotics and painkillers since the wound did cause serious cuts (the doctor prescribed antibiotics), after playing the nurse and leaving her alone, I began to have one of my moments with myself, I needed solitude to reflect, and above all, to go over in my head a little story as sad as it was desolate. Vassallo, the nephew of Meléndez's wife, did not murder anyone. According to Finol

Stella Grace got the list of Tony's guests before he was killed. She was in a daze as she read the document. Katty Davis. The last person whom Tony had serviced was Katty Davis. That would mean Greg Miles must have been abducted by Zoah Davis. The situation was worse than she thought. If it was just an ordinary high-ranking official, Jasper could deal with it with a few words. Zoah Davis had a higher rank than Jasper, and he was the most popular candidate for Presidency. It was no laughing matter. Stella dared not to take any action, so she called Jasper.

There used to be a time when I was jealous of her. Jealous of her beauty, jealous of her loving personality, jealous of her going to law school while I had to drop out because I wasn’t qualified enough. “Anyway.” I breathed. “How is the Danny Hernandez case going?” “Did he say something about the Castillo’s?” Victoria furrowed her brow. “I can’t tell you that, Elena.” She said. “That’s confidential information—“ “Santiago Castillo.” I cut her off. “The one who killed Stevie Maddens is Santiago Castillo, and Panther manipulated him…or Pedro, whatever his name is.”

“What the—” “Shhh,” I shushed him. “You’re not allowed to tell anyone. I'm only telling you this because you're my assistant.” The door to my office opened and two men barged in. I furrowed my brows, standing to my feet. “Who are you? And how may I help you?” I asked. They weren't smiling faces. One of them brought out his badge and the other followed. “My name is Detective Langley and this is my partner, Detective Tio.” He introduced. “You're under arrest for the murder of Pedro Infante. You have the right to remain silent.”

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

Adriana frowned, clearly annoyed by the noise, and tossed a document across the desk. “I dug into Tony’s background and found something interesting.” Aidan straightened up, switching into work mode. After reading the document, he tapped the desk. “This guy again? There’s really something here?” Adriana rested her elbow on the table, hand propping up her chin. “Tony was prosecuted for a crime ten years ago, but was released for special reasons. The court didn’t specify what those reasons were. What’s more, the person who bailed him out… was the real perpetrator of that case.”

“What the—” “Shhh,” I shushed him. “You’re not allowed to tell anyone. I'm only telling you this because you're my assistant.” The door to my office opened and two men barged in. I furrowed my brows, standing to my feet. “Who are you? And how may I help you?” I asked. They weren't smiling faces. One of them brought out his badge and the other followed. “My name is Detective Langley and this is my partner, Detective Tio.” He introduced. “You're under arrest for the murder of Pedro Infante. You have the right to remain silent.”

After a couple of days of recovering from his run-in with the infamous mob boss, 24 year old Paulo De Luca still could not answer the one question that kept ringing in his mind; who the hell is Tony? Angelo had mentioned that name in relation to Moira; in a way that suggested that this Tony character was not one he should just brush off as ‘a nobody’.