Novel & Cerita Tío Tomás

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.

He was an egoistic son of a bitch, and it made my mouth water in desperation to suck his dick. “I have an asset that nobody else has. Vincenzo banished himself from the colony. I have everything ready to storm that territory. Why would I need you?”, he said, looking at me. I swallowed a mouthful of nothing and mentally prepared myself for whatever would happen after I said the next words. “You need me because you are underestimating Manuel, and that is a big mistake”, I blurted out. He blinked and moved back a little. “Manuel is just a beta”, he scoffed at me.

MICHAEL'S POV. I sat quietly on the couch shaking the glass of wine in my hand, my mind still clouded with guilt. I still couldn't believe Allen talked me into this evil act, it wasn't because I was righteous, I was the complete opposite. My name was Micheal but I was known among the billionaires as “The drug devil”. I was a drug dealer, one that you shouldn't mess with…one that valued money more than family. I was someone who sent shivers through people's spine, there was no single person that crossed me and never lived.

Raúl I can't get that scene out of my memory. Alana moaning my name and accepting my caresses. When I left his house, I headed towards my house, but on the way I got a call from Tomás, who convinced me to leave, to relax a little. I went to meet him, in one of the many bars in Madrid, but specifically in the Plaza Mayor area , an Irish pub, in a very narrow street that has no parking space, but I like this place , they serve a good beer, its facade is very cozy, in shades of black and gray, it had a huge sign stamping his name Irwin .

The combination exuded a sense of elegance and sophistication, reflecting the refined taste and grandeur of the Tommy family. I stepped off the bus, I was greeted by Tommy, the patriarch of the Tommy family, who was seated in a wheelchair. Despite his physical condition, his presence exuded authority and strength. A burly bouncer stood behind him, pushing the wheelchair as Tommy addressed me. "Welcome to Perlemo," he said warmly, his voice filled with a mix of kindness and power. Tommy acknowledged my growth, comparing it to that of my father. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being likened to my father, a man I greatly admired.

The pretty but too thin creature knelt down and put his hands on his thighs as he bowed his head in obedience. "Another one of whatever he's having for him, bourbon straight for me,” Fat Tom said to the waiter who appeared. Once they were alone again, the fat feline finally introduced himself. "I am Gran Martelli of the Martelli Syndicate. Relax, I am not that Martelli. I'm his cousin. There are some odd things going down at my totally legit warehouse and I think I may have gotten tangled up in a big ball of yarn, if you know what I mean." Hades sighed. "Let me guess, you got into it with a Teffald or you got it on with a Teffald and your rival families are angry."

A few of my men quickly dismount the barrels and carry them to the scale. One of them yells over to us, “Yo Boss your not gunna like this…” “Calvin is fucking with you, this is only 50lbs!” I glare at Tomas, who starts waving his hands in surrender. “Did you know about this?” I demanded. “No sir, of course not, I just handle deliveries…” Tomas explains. “Get out of my face before I blow your brains out” I cursed at Tomas. He runs off like a coward towards the yacht. Storming away I hop in the suv. Whipping out my phone I call Calvin, leader of the Island Cartel.

Tom’s deep, raspy voice demanded. “You didn’t say you were going to bring company.” Alfonso calmly responded. “Cut the crap,tu vecchio!Where is she?” Tom shouted. “She’s not here, is she?Fottuto bastardo.” “It’s over, Tom. They found out the truth.” “Inutile! They must be here! Shoot him! Shoot all of them!Uccidili tutti!”

This time Emiliano made him leave her hand while Vanessa was looking at them like an oblivious puppy. "Man! I can smell your jealous asses from right here but no need to be jealous. I'm just here to meet my sister in law." Tomás said teasing them making them grit their teeth. Tomás is the only cousin who annoys the shit out of them and they always tries to avoid him and now they got the new reason to avoid them. "A-a-asses? What's t-that?" Vanessa asked them confusingly making them speechless while Tomás smiled at her innocence.