Tony Padilla Novels & Stories

"Yeah, so I am willing to talk to your boss on behalf of my cousin." Mr. Rivera was too surprised. Was this for real? Tony gave him an address and his personal phone number, and then he left. Soon, Mr. Rivera contacted Francisco and gave him the good news. Tony smirked as he went to the rendezvous first. It was a private restaurant, and Francisco came with two of his bodyguards, together with Mr. Rivera. Tony was sitting on the single sofa drinking bubble tea, with his men behind him. Francisco was surprised and greeted Tony. Tony only nodded.

he reminded him. "I will. Thanks" He replied before quickly leaving the house and getting into his car. When he was inside, he only answered the call. “Donovan, speaking," he informed on the other line. "Sir i would like to inform you that Ms. Georgina Dela Cruz and Mr. Archie Tan are here and the phillipines particularly at the province of batanggas. Based on my investigation they are now one of the drug seller in the philippines. They are not caught because someone high helps them. They are part of these Big Syndicate in the world." The man on the other line explained to him.

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

Patrick stared to his phone screen for a while after the call ended and he sighed. "Why're they all monitoring my life?. Is it a crime to have many elder sisters?. For crying out loud am not a baby?" Patrick wanted to sobbed but he couldn't, just then he got a call. "Sir, Tony Miles is here to see you" Ava Adams informed and Patrick frowned. "Don't let him in" Patrick wanted to end the call but he heard Ava's voice. "Sir, he said is important." "Hmm.. fine let him in." Patrick sighed and kept down his phone and Tony finally came up to see him.

“Okay! Right away.” The man stood up and dialed his phone. He is now busy talking on the other line. While I was busy with what to do with Alvarez’s wife. Terrence POV “Have you found Ayiesha yet?” I asked one of my men. “Not yet, Sir,” he replied. “Shit, where are you, love? Where the hell are you now!” I was worried. “Sir, someone is calling!” I immediately picked up the phone and answered. “Hello!”

I sighed. Tony was quiet, it looked like he had more to say but I did not bother asking. Tony is currently designated in Venezuela, so I guess he had to take a flight just to come here. Tony was always on the news for solving crimes and helping find all sorts of bad guys. He was also the one who was tracking who had been sending me all those blackmails and threats to me. He had gotten so angry when I told him about the fake bomb. He spent a week off just to track who it was and eventually he found the person behind it. We were expecting the person to be someone from Scion but to our surprise, it was just a normal man.

3k watchers. “Yes, it's in the video I'm not withdrawing the fact that he killed a man, a government worker at that but he was only trying to make America a better place. I have it right here that the man he killed is a criminal. He's not protecting America from illegal goods or items. He's distributing it out! He's using his position in the CBP to distribute guns and grenades outside the country and he's also importing it!”. I looked down into Landon's phone, zooming on the texts of the file and turning the phone around for it to show on the live. I zoomed in on the texts so they would be bold enough to be seen live.

“You’re a good fucking guy, whatever the hell else you are. Just don’t start angling for my junk with a fig leaf.” He left, abandoning the last sip of his drink. I smiled as a peal of giggles echoed down the hall from the den. My phone rang, and I picked it up. “Tommaso.” The gravelly voice of Riccardo Marino creaked through the line. “Riccardo.” I sat bolt upright. “Long time no talk,” he said. “I heard Tony Sandino got taken out in a raid tonight. And I heard you were there.”

here in the United States of America. “Yes,” I answered him. “Who are you and what do you want from me?” I asked. So, he took a deep breath. “I am SPO2 Patrick Smith, a policeman who helps Sage Taylor in his job in the Philippines.” He said to me. “I want to tell you he is dead.” He seriously said, which shocked me. Did I hear him correctly? “Hey! Ulitin mo nga ang sinabi mo.” I ordered him. So, he also became shocked after hearing I spoke in Filipino. I asked him earlier to repeat what he told me.

The room stilled. Adrian set the tumbler down with deliberate grace, then reached into the drawer beside him and cocked the gun without breaking eye contact. Williams paled. “She has a friend. A best friend, I think. His name is Marco. Marco Alvarez.” Tony blinked. “Alvarez? As in the narcotics cop?” Williams nodded quickly. “He’s not narcotics anymore. Last I heard, he got suspended. But they were close. He used to pick her up after work. I always thought it was romantic. You know. The cop and the rebel.”