Tony Zucco Novels & Stories

Her desire to want to have sex with me and her strength in defying me. Lucky Gianluca turns me on like no other woman I have come across. She also irritates the holy fuck out of me, but I know I am already gone with lusting and feeling for her. A dangerous combination for my heart to feel because now I know without a shadow of a doubt, I will go to the end of the earth and kill for this woman, should any person threaten even a single hair on her head. Tony is waiting downstairs for me looking smart in dark blue jeans and a crisp white button down. He holds a glass of brandy, swirling the amber liquid around then takes a drink. “Hey, brother. Everyone ready to be moved here?” I take a drink f

“You have grown soft, Vector,” Trevor aka Tony Jones chuckled, a thin trail of blood racing down the corner of his mouth. He tried to lick the blood off the cut on the lips but he was too late to soothe the damage already done. “We might not have worked together but I heard a lot about you. And let me be fucking honest, what I heard is nowhere near what I’m seeing right now.”

Maybe I had been overreacting. I rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a shorter man, about my age, with a haze of five o’clock shadow on his jaw. “Tommaso!” The guy smiled like he knew me. “I’m Tony, Tony Sandino.” I nodded and took a step back. “Good to meet you, Tony. You’re a little early, aren’t you?” This was the guy picking the shipment up later tonight. He shrugged. “I like to touch-base with my suppliers before the shipment, especially when it’s someone I haven’t dealt with before.”

' Dillon thought with no small amount of animosity. Dillon wasn't able to focus on his jealousy or the stupid whores in the back once their food came. The aroma was fantastic enough to draw his attention away. He did spare them a couple nasty looks, which Tony seemed to have caught as he devoured his pizza. Tony looked at him, concern in his expression. Great. He had even told himself to be careful with any covetous emotions, in the event of potentially close calls such as that. Thankfully, Tony didn't appear to care, too caught up in his feast.

Personal Assistant Tony can't help but steal pictures of him whenever he made this kind of face. Enzo Clinton the head honcho of Immortal group of Companies, he was a twenty nine years old man that focuses only on business. He never smiles, any slight movement on his lips apart from talking is just a smirk. His perfect eyebrows was dark and thick, just like the one women dream to have even with mascara. "She is a fashion designer?" His soliloquy snapped Personal Assistant Tony from his trance. "Yes sir"

he said "thank you white dragon" Tony replied "but there is still something that can still do that can make the back you up all the time and also make you enjoy my support" he said. Tony took some minutes to reply. Then we are at the famous Taylor bar and Tony was still an upcoming hot shot Ceo who many to make his way up to the top in business world. He did not order for beer because I don't want to make any costly mistake with him "what is it sir"

he takes a sip and puts the cup back before he passes us his attention. "Ms Hudgens complained against you, Miss Dawson. She says you have a wrong relationship with Mr Fransisco and Mr Taylor — one of the most dedicated and respected professors here." He got the energy to speak after a sip of coffee. He continues, " We couldn't have Mr Fransisco for now. He's on the way. What would you say, Miss Dawson?"

It was too late to retreat, so he gritted his teeth and moved forward, warmly greeting: "Mr. Zachary!" Among the people walking toward Mr. Tonny, Zachary is in the middle. Unlike the outsiders who only heard of Zachary's reputation, Mr. Tonny, an experienced person in shopping centers, truly knows where Zachary's terror lies. His random movements can determine the life and death of countless companies. Even though Mr. Tonny is used to being authoritarian on the outside, facing the heir of such a vast business empire, he still has to be obedient like a dog.

“But you’re still in bed with him.” “Him and a colleague, Jace Covett, who belonged to Thano Coppola before his untimely end.” I meet my old friend’s gaze. “Because I deemed it best for the Staten Island Saints. And because I know how this goddamn looks, because I’m not as fucking stupid as you seem to think I am, I was keeping you out of it. I didn’t want you in the mud with me.” “They’re feds, sir,” Tony says, though the sir seems to pain him. “You can’t trust feds.”

"But you did show them." "Them? Aren't you apart of them?" "I apologize." He approached me with his hand held out. I stiffened but didn't step back. "My name is Tony. Tony Yates, Vampire, Council member, and ex-hood rat." I put my hand in his and he bowed over it. "At your service," he said. I swallowed dryly but at least some of my nervousness had left. "I'd introduce myself, but you already know my name." I marveled that his hand was nothing like touching William's had been. Tony's hand was warm.