Tío Tomás Novels & Stories

He asked. "Yeah, he is called Kingsley by the others," I told him and looked over at him. His eyes wondered across the treasure before he curled up on the soft coffin and let out a tired puff. "So you're named Toma huh?" I asked him and looked in at him. "You're a good size for being four," I told him. "Treasure named me Toma," Toma told me. "Thank you. I eat the best of the best. Honey and sugar mostly. Sometimes fish and lamb.... I just got off of DT. I drink lots of milk too." I nodded.

Mãe smacked the back of Tomás’s head, “Enough! Let them eat in peace, vai.” Just as the word peace left her mouth, a crack echoed in the distance. It was not a pop, nor a firework. It was a gunshot. Then another and another. Everything froze. The noise around the table, the laughter, scolding, the clink of forks dropped. Tomás was the first to react. He bolted up so fast his chair screeched against the floor and stumbled to the front window, pulling the curtain aside with shaking fingers. “Merda...” he whispered. “É o Tigrão.”

Gold band on her left hand caught candlelight every time she moved. Tomás wore black linen trousers and nothing else bare chest tanned deep from vineyard walks, silver at his temples more pronounced now, making him look dangerous in a way that still made her thighs clench. The scar from Chicago was a faint white line across his left shoulder blade; she liked to trace it with her tongue when they fucked slow. They hadn’t spoken much over dinner. Words weren’t necessary tonight. After the last bite of fig drizzled with local honey, he stood.

I muttered, which only made Dez snort from where he was leaning against the truck. “Don’t tempt him,” Dez said, grinning like a devil. “He’ll try to prove it. And nobody wants to see Rosario strip down in the bay.” The guys laughed, even Tomás cracking a rare smile as he walked past to check the equipment. Tomás was the calm one, steady as stone, with this dry sense of humor that slipped out when you least expected it. He didn’t rib me the way the others did, but when he gave advice, I listened. He was married with kids, which made him the grown-up of the crew, whether he wanted to be or not.

People were delighted that he replaced Geronimo because, like a natural haciendero, he made the lives of his people prosperous and better. He was famous throughout the province and known in every corner of the world. He is the face of Hacienda Escobar, and he made it the only living paradise on Earth. He suddenly snapped back to his senses when he heard the sound of metal clanging, followed by the scream of an elderly man running. "Senyorito!" A worker repeatedly shouted, causing him to frown and look toward the mansion gate. It was quite far, but due to the clarity of his vision, he saw Tibursio running, covered with a large plastic sheet.

“He’s not stupid enough to involve the police.” “No,” Enzo agreed. “But he’s angry. We caught footage of him speaking with an old dock laborer. One of ours. Retired.” Cassiel’s gaze sharpened. “Who?” “Man's nickname in the underground is Tomás. Used to do the tunnel routes for shipments—before we shut that end.” “Tomás owes me a favor.” Enzo nodded. “Already sent a warning. He swore he didn’t say anything.” Cassiel inhaled slowly. “We can’t afford exposure. Not now.”

But a common client came to the barn with a shrieking peregrine. “Pancho Mariano, what happened to this little guy?” the barn owner asked all worried. He didn't take back calling his name like that although this friend of him is also called in his full name, Mr. Pancho Mariano Panes. Mariano is just a second name, not his surname.

I must say that bastard is one of the most influential people in town. "Loyalty. Fear. Devotion."People choose to follow him for many reasons. If he’s a bad person, they don’t care, as long as they get benefits from him. So nobody tries to speak ill of me, because if they do, they’re gone forever. Finding his abode was easy, but getting in is gonna be a little difficult. "Well, even for me," I emphasize. According to what Don Patricio said last week, Serrano and his men are doing some business at the port tonight.

Angelo remarked nonchalantly and joined Emiliano as they both looked at the black sky "The man is back in town"it was like the whole of Mexico was shifting to Canada, Emiliano knew who Carlos Castillo was. Carlos was a famous businessman some said he was a human trafficker and loved buying little girls for his satisfaction but the man who was even older than Vincent denied the claims saying he was just intelligent and had used his head to build his empire

Santiago clapped. Mateo pressed a button by the side of his top, "So you admit that you are Santiago De León." Mateo asked. "Yes I am, I am Santiago De León." Santiago smiled while answering the question. "And you are a drug lord who has been causing this country more harm than good." Mateo continued.