Tony Stank Romane & Geschichten

Mila demanded as she observed his attire. "Against you?" Tony snickered as he came closer to her, "I don't think I need one." "You reak, you know?" Tony screwed up his nose, and in a fraction of a second, Mila cleaned the tip of her finger and brushed it against the bare skin of hand and Tony's stance changed. "I know I stink," Mila spoke. "You don't stink," Tony spoke with glassy-eyed expressions. He now had a vulnerability on his face, a tenderness that spoke more than words.

Tony explained. -" I understand, I will give you 100 bucks instead of 80 so do me another favor." -" Hit me with the request then." -" Can you tell me what is Jack up to these days." I requested. -" Does that douchebag still stalks you?" -" I have a hunch that I wish to not be true; he is so quiet, unlike his natural self. Thanks in advance, Tony. I will wire you the money now." I stated before hanging up.

“‘I know she’s here. I saw her coming home.’” “‘You have guys watching our place?’” Alec accused angrily. “‘I can’t believe you are stalking this place… stalking her.’” “‘I’m a businessman, Pretty boy… I must do what I can to protect my business… So, when I think that someone is not going to pay up, yes, I do. I became a stalker,’” Tony snapped, all pleasantness gone. “‘Sunny! Where’s my lovely girl at? Come out, come out wherever you are! Come out and talk to me, my little cupcake… I won’t bite… at least not yet.’”

Tony, our supervisor, pushes the door almost knocking my teeth out. "Why are you both idling around?" He beckons at us. Tony is a short man with a tiny frame. Despite that, he has an insatiable appetite for big girls with big behinds. He compensates his lack of body build with a mouth full of dirty jokes. He is annoying as fuck and most of the times he knows no boundaries. "Let's keep working if neither of you wants to be selling..." He spanks Kelly and pinches her butt. "... This on the roadside."

Maya complained. We both agreed with her,Uncle Tony was the second to the last born,he may look young with his baby innocent face but....behind every cute face....there is a demon within This guy oops sorry my manners Uncle Tony was the true definition of Iron Man,the no-nonsense type but he was the CEO of F*ckboys Group of Nigeria Okay I'm exaggerating He was a badass player,the time he was around,he changed girls everyday like clothes,he would take them to the guest room and have fun...

Tony lifted his head and grinned at Stella, his captivating eyes pleading, "He's a relative of a friend of mine. Just consider it a small favor." "No way! I won't agree to it!" "Then I won't participate either." Tony put on an innocent expression. Stella was furious. She increased the intensity of her head-poking. "I must owe you in a past life! You're a little devil, truly a little devil!" Tony protested, "Stella, easy, my head hurts." "Your headache serves you right! I might as well pour the water out of your brain!" Stella glared at him. "Fine, I'll help that scumbag just this once!"

’ Then, he felt all their eyes on him. Waiting. To see if he’d stand and bow. Bow? To the very people that let his sister die? Tony smirked instead. He did not stand. ‘I’m the black sheep.’ ‘I don't bend to your family’s rule.’ “You’re still alive..” Tony deliberately trailed. “..old man.” Tony was full of sarcasm. A collective gasp echoed around the table. “Che faccia tosta..(What a nerve…)” someone whispered. “Hai dimenticato chi sei?! (Did you forget who you are?)”

Everyone looked around the table and when no one said anything I asked, “Why are the Gambino’s absent?” “Carmine is still put off by the fact I won’t consider that fat fuck christopher for boss. He sent word that he couldn’t make it, made up some stupid fucking excuse so I couldn’t accuse him of disrespect, but we all know why he’s not here,” Tony said. Tony’s voice was getting raspier and he seemed like he had a lot harder time breathing every time I saw him. He was dying of throat cancer….but only he and I knew that.

At 6:43am the report he sent out came to his mail. He had been awake for two hours. He couldn't sleep well. Lucy's case has been too heavy on his mind. And he needs to settle it quickly. Reeves opened the file immediately. He sat straight in his chair and read the file carefully. And wrote down the information he needed. Mark Tony…son of the late Richard Tony, a big business mogul with a vast empire spread across different countries, who died fourteen years ago.

Tory was angry, she couldn't believe Grace could be so heartless,she stood at the door staring at Grace who had no idea she was there staring at her while she eats. it's been two weeks since the little money Tory had on her had run out, ever since then both Tory and Grace have been surviving on the little food which was barely enough for one person, which Tory gets from few guys who where trying to ask her out, not knowing each time she leaves the house to go look for food for both herself and Grace, Grace would get something to eat with the money her parents sent to her.