Tío Tomás Novels & Stories

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

“I can’t. I’m way too nervous.” “What’s there to be nervous about? Thomas’s going to win. And if one of the others does, at least they’re good-looking.” Hera cringed as she watched Gelo take a brutal hit to his arm while holding his lance. “How can you be sure Thomas will come out on top?” “He has to. Plus, he likes you and wants this more than the rest. Just look at how he took them down earlier, like picking apples. Have a little faith.” Keia took a big gulp from the wine she poured for Hera.

The general extended his hand to the woman. Aranjo stared with wide eyes at the figure of the man called the General. It was the figure of Vulcan, the God of Fire. Did God also undergo trials in the mortal world because of him? If so, then their soul mate just got here. Because the Emperor had already made sure that the man who went through the ordeal of love with her, would no longer have a soul mate bond in the next life or in the celestial realm. Aranjo is also upset with that God of Fire. Everything that happens to him is more or less because of that God.

Especially to men like me. I'm about to make my way back to my father when Tom Garcia, an old friend and associate of Manuel's, makes his way to my side and reaches for my hand. I allow the greeting, squeezing his hand in return. Tom is an arrogant man who considers himself on the same level as my father. While Manuel seems to work well with the man, I tend to hold him at a distance. Tom is no longer active in the underworld, stays closeted in his guarded estate. He was my father's second before he retired, an advisor to Manuel, powerful in his own right.

He chose it, and he’d been one of Emilio’s most ruthless enforcers ever since. Tomas stood beside him, tall, lean, and silent as ever. The scar that ran from his cheekbone down to the curve of his jaw caught the light, a permanent souvenir from a knife fight years ago. He barely spoke, but when he did, people listened. If a bullet needed to land with precision? Tomas never missed. Emilio finally turned to face them. “You two up to speed?” he asked, glancing between Rico and Tomas. Luca gave a curt nod. “They know everything.”

Not at all. "You killed my mother because she could not pay you back my dad's dues. I am Anthony Gonzalez alias Anthony Rodriguez, the adopted son of Allen Rodriguez." Tom's eyes highlighted and then Anthony spoke with delight seeing the terror in his eyes for him. "That is good. Fear me. Because you have to. I'm your end."

“But Elena, you need to run, and you need to do it fast. We are not an ordinary family, and Marvin is not an ordinary man.” “Then what are you—“ “Cartel.” Tiago brought his lips to my ear. “He’s a cold-blooded killer, a drug lord, kidnapper, scammer…and if you stay here any longer, you won’t make it out alive.” I was paralyzed by fear, and my heart was beating in my chest. I knew I knew all of it—but Tiago said it out loud. His own brother, who wasn’t any better than him, said it out loud. What did that make him?

“There’s movement near the southern border. Small crews trying to test routes.” “Tomaso?” I ask lightly. Tomaso speaks up. “Not mine.” “Then they won’t last long,” I say. The room quiets. “If there are further issues, address them now.” I let my gaze settle fully on Tomaso. His hair has gone more silver than I remember from my childhood. He taught me how to hold a rifle properly. He once told me loyalty is the only currency that never inflates, and yet he stabbed my father in the back.

“Dante likes anyone who doesn’t disturb his sleep.” Issa regarded the cat with new respect. “He’s like Tío.” Max snickered. “Tío is bigger.” “You’re big too.” “I’m strong.” “You’re fat.” “I’m an athlete!” I rubbed my face. “They have incredible stamina,” Nathan murmured. “You’re the one who opened the gates of hell,” I shot back.

☁️ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒔. -𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 � ��𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 ☁️ _Toby Adewale james-thompson •••