Tío Tomás Novels & Stories

His eyes widened. “La Signora… please. Whatever they told you, it’s lies. I swear on my mother’s grave.” I pulled up the metal chair and sat right in front of him. Close enough to see the sweat on his forehead and the way his hands shook against the ropes. “You swore a lot of things over the years,” I said quietly. “Loyalty. Silence. Honor. Yet here we are.” Tomas started breathing faster. “I only passed small things. Nothing important. Adrian paid well and I… I have debts. Gambling. I got in too deep.”

POV Red I'm considering how to engineer that when I notice Tomás Arrieta. He's a younger guard, dark-haired, with a posture that tries to be authoritative but only lands about sixty percent of the time. He's appearing in my section of the yard with a frequency that has nothing to do with his rotation. He was on the ship. I remember him now, one of the peripheral ones. He wants to be seen as the kind of man a woman would choose if she had choices. That specific vanity is a lever. I file it carefully and don't touch it yet.

“ Thank you, “ I said. “ Baby, you don’t have to thank me for anything. I will always do things to make you happy. “ He said as he took my hand. He led me to the table and pulled out a chair for me. I noticed that he was wearing leather pants and a black button-down shirt that was black. He was also barefoot and his hair was a mess on his head. He looked like a model straight out of the cover of a magazine. Especially because all his tattoos were on full display. “ You look, sexy, Tesoro, “ he praised. “ You look good too, Tesoro, “ I repeated. “ You need to learn Italian. Yours is really really bad.” He said, and I knew that he was right. This was my home now and I needed to move with its c

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

You have grown so much, it feels like I'm looking at another man. “Oh yeah Fernando, it has been ten years…I can't believe this place is still here, it feels amazing knowing I can eat your amazing fish again. Please don't tell me you stopped selling that and have taken Andrea's advice about the tacos?" Fernando loudly laughed, piercing Carmen's ears, Adrian seemed pretty used to it as he did not even cringe. "Oh no my boy! Fish will always be my love. I have taken my wife's advice and added tacos to the menu. Now we have a list of different kinds of food, goodbye to being the plain fish guy!" He exclaimed, looking curiously at her as he tilted his head. "And who might this beauty be?"

took awhile to get used to. I graduated from Roberto Clemente high school in 1991. And decided to join the Marines that summer. Now after nearly 6 years. I’m back home. I’m eating at my Tios’ (Spanish for Uncle) restaurant. I'm enjoying a jibarito meal. (Jibarito is a steak sandwich with grilled onions, cheese, mayo, lettuce and tomato. Between 2 flattened and fried plantains served with traditional rice and beans. Extremely delicious!) It's cozy in here. Some random telenovela is on the TV. Soft Samba music playing in the background. I've been back for about a month now. Just enjoying my family and spending time catching up with everyone.

I ran to the window trying to open it too but it’s also useless. “No! No!” I screamed out loud as I tap the glass door. The fire sitting on the torch made my heart beat even faster. Dad is holding that torch by his right hand bringing some explosives with him. My stepmom is also walking from his back. “Angelo!” I called him. I saw how the forest is eaten by fire slowly as I hear a series of explosions. “No!”

there was three consecutive knocks on my bedroom door before the door was opened and there stood my Godfather Octavious. He wore a black tuxedo that was tailored to his body as though it were meant to be his skin, with a black bow tie around his neck and the white colour of his shirt underneath. His fingers as always had those rings all over them, and the expensive wristwatch could not be missed.

Mayor Perez winced in pain, "What are you talking about? Who are you?" "I'm Carlo Don El Marco, that's right but, you don't know the true story about me. I'm not his legitimate son, I'm a bastard from another woman and not entitled to climb to the cartel throne. They treated me like sh+t and sent me far from home to a battle of no return while the legitimate son is groomed to become the boss of the cartel operation. I am much better than him! He doesn't even know how to handle a gun but me, I've killed men, a lot em' "

Chief Anderson’s gaze travelled to Tom. “It’s a very nice station you have here, sir. Everyone’s been very hospitable.” Tom already knew that the guys got a kick out of his Texas drawl, and they all grinned in his direction at his polite comments. “All right then,” said the chief. “Let’s hope we have another quiet night.” Juan elbowed him in the ribs. “You and the chief are like two peas in a pod, man. You’re both so uppity and formal.” Tom raised his eyebrows. “What? I’m not uppity. I just show respect to my superiors.”