Tony Zucco Novels & Stories

They didn’t have to. Tony raised his glass. “To peace, then.” We clinked glasses again. Gio leaned back and smirked. “So what, we’re retiring now? Gonna open a bakery? Petrov makes the bread, Tony’s the cashier?” “I’ll do the killing,” Tony said. “I mean, baking.” Petrov chuckled. “You couldn’t handle flour. You’d shoot it.” “Better than you choking on it, old man.” We all cracked up.

Keeping one eye on Tony, I kept the other on the exit. Watching him interact like he was just an average male, looking for a girl. It wasn’t until I noticed how he watched Zac move around that I realized that Vin got his information correct. Tony was so good at what he was doing that unless I was physically watching him, it would have gone completely unnoticed.

Zariah tells us. "You know, you're kind of weird," Brynn observes. "Noted." Looking out the window to where Zariah had pointed to the girl she was talking about, I noticed those dark features about her, that honestly made me a little envious. The sleekness of her hair is something I would never achieve on my own. "Watch out from Alani Prelich over there...Her father is the commander of one of the most notorious armies in the Power Pack," Zariah warns me, and I shiver, as she glances up, so I can see the darkness of her eyes.

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.

His smile was practiced, political, and deadly. “Ah! Look who it is! Zeus Trojan of Trojan Covenant,” he greeted, voice smooth as aged whiskey poured over ice. “And Massimo Mancuso. Two legends circling the same root, it would’ve been a waste not to intervene.” “Mr. Vittorio Vane.” Zeus released me only long enough to take Vittorio’s hand. He clasped his hand, gripping and unyielding. With glance I can tell, Zeus' grip was brutal, the way Vittorio’s jaw tightened from the shake, just for a second, before he smoothed it away.

“Make sure he’s comfortable.” Tony bowed and responded in the affirmative as I left for my study. Too much shit had gone on today as it was. As soon as I entered my study and shut the door behind me I took out my phone out and dialed a number I knew by heart. "Don." The voice of one of my most important subordinates rang through the speaker of the phone. "Zach. I need information on someone. Dante is the name. A picture will be sent to you soon." Our conversation was business like and lasted only a few minutes.

I said, pulling out a file, handing it to Carter to give to the men “these are the last of the things we got for the club, and I brought you here to know where your money was spent. Tonight is the opening and I expect you all to be there” “You needn’t worry, Pakhan, we will be there on time” Andrea, one of the Italian men said, his eyes meeting mine. I nodded, watching as they passed the file between them to see what had been bought to report to their own bosses. “If there is nothing that you need to ask, you can leave. Let your bosses know that I would be expecting each one of them to be there, and note that I do not like unnecessary delays” I said, watching as they got up. Donato Bianchi,

Anthony Pov 'Is that all Tom?' this presentation is boring, I would do anything to be out of here. Rather am stuck here as the CEO of Tony's enterprise. 'No, my assistant will continue.' I rolled my eyes internally at his nervous manner, well he should be cause am about to sack him. 'Before she continues, what about project Z' 'It is still being developed.' I gave him a pointed look. 'It should be, my question is where exactly has it gotten?'

He achieved what he wants. No one can have her except him! This son of a bitch is overqualified enough to compete with him so he needs to do something to crush his spirit and leave Patty to him. Tony and the others follow their young master to his car. Are we heading home now young master? Tony asks Zandro. Drop me at the PUB! Tony followed what he said, after a minute they arrived at their destinations. The air around them drops to zero. Tony and the others waited outside the PUB.

A flicker of a smile graced my lips as I contemplated his offer. "Your trust is appreciated. I will use your car to expedite my movements," I replied, acknowledging his willingness to support our cause. ****** Tony, ever the confident one, stood with his arms crossed, his voice laced with determination. "Rocco, Tommy's son, will be an easy target," he declared, his gaze focused on the bustling factory workers outside the window. The knowledge of Rocco's favourite party club provided us with a potential opportunity. "He frequently attends a party club," Tony continued, sharing the information we had gathered. The plan took shape in our minds as we visualized the scene unfolding before us. The