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It was a few months ever since that shootout in the Montana Mansion, that ended in its owner barely making it out of there, before licking his wounds in his small poor shack that he had to take refuge inside of until the time comes that he can roam the streets of Miami.
This time was now, as Tony was now dressed in a short-sleeved orange Hawaiian shirt with flower patterns on it, and khakis, while in his Cadillac, driving it through the street after a pretty long drive from the shack to the street of Miami. Despite having been kicked out of the top of the figurative food chain, in terms of his power over Miami and its drugs, he still felt like a new man that was on his way back to the top. And despite his remaining angst about his life that he currently lives, he was feeling quite ready, and pretty happy to be here, in getting his new start in his climb to the top.
He was going to rise again in Miami. And this time, he's learning from the mistakes that caused him to be here, and was growing wiser from them. And also, he's going to regain that power, so that he shall fulfill his new goal, in killing Sosa. But first, he needed to start his road to his revenge on Sosa.
And that start, involved finding, and meeting up with Sheffield, his Lawyer that assisted him before in his life on the top.
So here he was, driving in Miami, searching for Sheffield's office in the city. While also looking around at the sights of Miami in the daytime. Seeing how beautiful the city was to his eyes. Particularly the luxurious buildings that was among the other buildings in the city. And someday, they would all be his.
For now, after some driving, he was now at the building that he knows, Sheffield was at, before getting out of his Cadillac, and going to the doorbell with the speaker on it before ringing it.
"Sheffield, and Associates. How can I help you?" A lady worker asked from the speaker.
"Hey, I want to talk to George." He spoke into the microphone in the speaker.
"May I ask who's inquiring?" The lady worker asked.
After a second of thought, he spoke into the microphone again. "Why don't you tell him, that Tony Montana would like to talk to him."
A moment of silence ended up passing, as he waited for the lady to speak again. Who was likely feeling shocked that Tony is alive and well, despite the raid on his mansion. And that had him feeling impatient. "Hello? You in there?" He asked.
"Of course, Mr. Montana. And Mr. Sheffield is interested in speaking with you as well." She spoke.
"Okay. So you want to let me in? Or is this how we going to do our business now? Through this radio?" He asked, annoyed that the doors to the offices were still locked.
"Mr. Sheffield is having a session of lunch at the Babylon Club at the moment." The lady said, telling Tony where to find him. Much to his delight. "I can tell him that you wish to speak with him."
"No need. That's ok." He said, before getting back in his Cadillac, intending to drive to the Babylon Club.
Meanwhile…
It was now time. As Manny was now out of the hospital, walking around the street. He was smiling since he was out of there, and was okay with no permanent injuries from those gunshots that sent him there. He was just fit as a fiddle, as they say.
Now, he was walking around, trying to find a Taxi, so that he can have him drive him to his home, then after he gets redressed, he's getting back into his car to drive around Miami, looking for Gina. Or, by chance, Tony Montana.
The latter of whom, he does hope if he is alive. And if he is, and they end up meeting each other, he wondered if he is going to either kill him or reconcile with him. Telling him that he is so sorry for taking his sister without his permission. And that he should've asked first. He also feels that he should've told him that he made sure to marry her first, before he did the deed. If to earn his permission.
He hopes that he is back to his senses, and that he may be able to work out a deal with him, which could result in him telling Manny that he can have his sister if he likes, as long as he doesn't hurt her. Which, Manny would be quite happy, and determined to tell him that he would never do that to Gina.
And speaking of Gina, he hoped that she was still alive, and well, and is somewhere else in Miami, or anywhere else in America if she decided to leave Miami for greener pastures, due to her rage at Tony, due to Manny's death by his hands. Not knowing that Manny barely survived. If that was the case, then he wanted to search the whole country for her, to see if she is alright.
But first off, he needed to go back home, to change into his different set of clothes, and get his money that is left in his home so that he can still have food to buy for eating as he finds where Gina could be. And he also hoped that his car is still at the house, regardless of how long he was away from home due to his coma. If it'll mean he can be on the road again, to search for Gina.
Little did he know… he's never going to meet her again. Instead, he could merely find Tony in Miami.
Speaking of whom. "Where could you be, Hermano? (Brother?) And what are you up to?" Manny asked himself, as he wandered around in Miami. Confident that he's alive.
Back with Tony, he was now at the Babylon club, as he was now entering it to search for Sheffield, deciding to meet him first, before finding Felix. It wasn't a long drive on his Cadillac. But it wasn't a short one either. But at least he was at the club.
Which he remembered going to. After all, how could he forget the time that he was nearly assassinated at that club himself, when Frank Lopez ended up turning against him, and ordered the hit. Which was due to Sosa killing Omar, claiming that he's a Chivato (Sneak) which was also a word that associates with a Police Informer. Even though he mainly did that to show him what happens to traitors. Which got the ball rolling for Frank's feud with Tony.
And Tony trying to get into Elvira's panties (Whom was Frank's mistress at the time.) didn't help matters any. But at least he succeeded after Lopez's death. Which he heard, caused his Motor shop to be taken over by the Diaz brothers.
But he didn't think much about that, as he was walking through the hall that led to the dance floor, when he came across a sharply dressed bouncer that stopped him, trying to make him register for the right to be on the list, and the dance floor, when he started to recognize that it is Tony, who was a frequent guest to the club, last time he got there, before the raid. And now he's back, and was wanting to speak to Sheffield.
The bouncer told him where he was with no hesitation, but he then told him that so were a few guys from Vice in the club too, which was why he warned Tony about them.
He wasn't scared of them, or the Vice. Nor did he have much respect for them. After all, he met one of them, being Mel Bernstein. Whom, worked for Frank Lopez. And was also in on his plan to try to make Tony extort his cash to him, as well as the aforementioned club assassination that he survived. After that, and after Frank was ousted as the one that set him up, and after Manny killed Frank, Tony ended up killing Mel, due to him being an asshole, and since he was a corrupt cop that just couldn't be trusted.
Even now, he wasn't scared, but he was weary of getting on their bad side, if it meant that he could kill them out of anger and have the Vice aiming for his head, making his road to revenge on Sosa much more difficult. So, he treaded with some caution as he entered the room, where the dancefloor was. But not before thanking the bouncer for the warning.
Looking at the dancefloor, which was modeled like a disco dance floor, complete with a disco ball, and colored lights that shone on the floor, which was round in the middle of the room, where the dancing mainly takes place. While it was surrounded by dark violet carpets, and bar tables where drinks and snacks were served. And to his left, there was a bar where drinks would be served there too. And to his right, there was tables, and a few 1/2 circle booth seats that was at the east wall.
And at one of those seats, was Sheffield himself, who was with a woman. Just the man that Tony hoped to meet as he was walking to the booth.
"Here. Let me tell you some legal advice. I just need a little head. Okay?" He said flirtatiously to the lady. Who was smiling at him, likely flattered, and probably going to accept when Tony approached.
"Hey, George. We need to talk." Tony said, interrupting his moment with the girl.
"What do you want?! I'm-" He tried to say, only to suddenly see Tony in front of him. Much to his surprise. "Tony?!"
"Hey Sheffield, what's up? You seen a ghost or something?" He asked.
"N-No. I… how did you live? What do you want? W-Why are you here?" George asked.
"I want Sosa's head on a fucking platter, man!" He proclaimed to him.
Sheffield was more shocked at the proclamation. As well as unnerved, and in disbelief at what Tony just said. "Sosa, Tony?! Impossible! You can't be serious."
"What? You got a shortage of platters?" Tony asked with a snarky tone.
"It's not that simple, Tony! You know how strong he is!" He spoke. "Besides, Tony, where the hell have you been? What happened to you?"
"War. That's what. Now Sosa thinks that I'm dead or run off or some shit." He answered. "But now I'm back, baby. And this is my town, and my world, Sheffield, and no one is going to take it from me!" He then announced to him. "And I came to talk to you first, because you know more of what's going on here. You still work for me, George? You still my lawyer?"
"Tony, baby. You know the score." He spoke defensively. "It's… going to be dangerous to be associated with you, as of now. Since word is going to spread that you survived, and that you're back in town. Can't do it, man. Not worth it." He said, trying to bring his attention back to the lady.
"Spread the word, man! I know Miami! I'm going to take it all back! You know it's true!" He continued, making Sheffield lean back, rolling his eyes at him. "And Sosa might be taking all the other guys on a ride. Nacho Contreras, Gaspar Gomez, The Diaz Brothers, they're all just fucking worms on his hook. And someday, I'm unravelling his fishing line."
Sheffield was annoyed at Tony, for continuing to pester him for help. And he was hesitant to say yes, considering the dangers of being on Sosa's shit list due to re-associating with his foe in Tony. But he felt that Tony could become his foe and take him out if he refuses. Yet there'd be a noticeable chance that he'd be dying by Sosa's hand for assisting his would-be/could-be killer.
So, if he is needed by Tony, he needs to know that he's going to have what is in for him. "Listen Tony, you want me, it's going to cost you, Tony. And much more than beforehand. And none of that chicken feed shit, either." He casually said.
Tony though, wasn't amused at the response as he reached over the table to grab his shirt collar. "Where's the loyalty George, you fucking Snake?! I know you have connections! You just got to make it happen!" He demanded, pointing, and waving his finger at him. While the lady was unnerved.
"You took my money before, and that makes you as bad as me. At this point, I should've been fucking dead, but I'm alive, Sheffield. I'm fucking alive! And what are you gonna do now?! You still work for me! You remember that do you?"
As scared and angry as Sheffield is to say it, Tony is right. He didn't die yet, regardless of the raid. He just vanished for a few months. And now that he's back, he may need his services since his little contract technically hasn't expired yet due to the aforementioned reason. Otherwise, he might kill him in this club, and find another lawyer with connections to cover his butt as he fights Sosa's forces. So, he reluctantly complied.
"Okay then, y-you want something from me going? A friend of mine runs a bar in Coconut Grove. Talk to her. H-her name is Coco." He said nervously.
"Good. Nice to see that your loyalty hasn't died yet. I just hope that you'll remain that way, once I kill that fuck. Hasta luego, amigo. (See you later, friend.)" Tony said with a smile, before politely letting go of him and letting him sit down, before taking his leave, out of the club. All while Sheffield glared at his back, not appreciating the shirt grab from him in the slightest. But he knew how dangerous Tony is once is rage takes hold, considering his escape from the raid on his mansion.
"Is this what I went to law school for?" He asked himself. As he just hopes his contract will expire soon so he won't deal with him anymore.
All while the lady looked on at him, feeling oddly turned on by the scene.
As Tony was heading to the exit of the dancefloor, he was in thought. "Coco? Have I met her before? Maybe I'll find out later." He said to himself. "Right now, I gotta find Felix. See what he knows." He then said, as he was looking around for a moment, trying to find if an assassin is out for him. Only to see none as he was now on his way to the exit.
Where he ended up seeing a pair of people, that he quickly saw, were guys from the Vice, as obvious by their sunglasses, and the shady auras that they ended up showing to him. Tony knew that he must not cause a fight against them.
"Hey Tony, what's all over your face?" The white guy from Vice said. Thinking that he is back on cocaine.
"Your wife's pussy." He snarked. Feeling that even though he can't kill or fight them, at least he can mock them.
"Oh, well I'd be careful walking around Miami with that stuff, little man." The black Vice guy said, finding the insult funny. "You never know what you might run into, after all."
"Who're you calling little, man?!" He asked affronted. "I'd kick both ya asses all over that dance floor, ok? Just wait until I get my mansion back."
The white guy was amused. But then he got serious. "Ok, speaking of which, no bullshitting now. You know how this works. We've got your mansion locked tighter than a nun's ass in a brothel. And if you want it back, you're going to cough up the cash. Or we ain't leaving." He then said.
Tony wasn't happy about that deal, but he desired his mansion, feeling that he could renovate it, and make it his base of operations, as he fights against Sosa. Otherwise, he'd need to find a new place to set his base. And it'd probably be very cramped and would have little room for his stuff. Not only that, but…
It's a fucking nice mansion.
And it is his mansion that he has killed a traitor for. And nobody, that isn't Tony himself, is going to have it without donating their teeth. And maybe their testicles too.
"So, listen up. We've got our eyes on you, pal. We know what you're up to. So, watch for us, we're everywhere. We'd be the pizza guy, cable guy, hell we'd be cleaning your mom's carpets." The white guy said, trying to get a rise out of Tony.
And he barely failed, as Tony was resisting the urge to cave his skull in, then shooting the black guy in the head with his .45 after killing his buddy. He knew that there are better times where he can let his rage out against his foes. And this is totally not one of those times. So he swallowed the urge, before going back to his Cadillac, to drive to where he knows Felix should be.
Tony had to do some more driving. Until he was at the place he was now at. Which was the docks that was just nearby the Marina Public Market. Which was a pair of shopping strips that was nearby the docks where the boats go.
And it was there, where after getting out of the car, he walked his way to the upper deck of the platform that overlooked the whole section of the boat dock.
The reason why he was there, was to meet Felix, who frequented the docks to watch the ships come and go, mainly for the drugs to overlook for Tony. He even messaged him into coming here beforehand.
Now Tony was going up the stairs, where he was now on the second floor of the deck, hoping to find Felix there.
Sure enough, Felix, a Dominican man who looked over his finances, and drugs while he was in power, was on the platform himself. Right where Tony expected him to be.
"Hey Felix! How are you doing, man?" Tony asked, delighted to meet him.
Felix turned around in shock when he recognized that Tony was there. "Tony? Shit, it's fucking true!" He spoke in surprise at the sight of him.
"Ah, word spreads fast." He said humorously as he walked to Felix.
"Jesus! It is you! It's good to see you!" He said in delight as he was arm wrestle handshaking him while hugging him in a friendship sort of way.
"Likewise." He said, also delighted to meet Felix again. Before they were now done. "So Felix, how's business? You still working on all the angles?"
Felix looked a bit somber at the mention as they were now on the rails of the deck. "It's tough Tony. I've been laying low, since you were believed to have died." He spoke.
Tony wasn't surprised. Feeling that he would hide after word got out of his supposed death. He did feel somber though, feeling that Felix didn't deserve to be forced to do that, since he was ultimately an innocent bystander who did nothing to Sosa. So, Tony felt bad for him.
"Sosa's trying to run me out. He's putting the pressure on all of the small-time suppliers. Not only that, but the others are pissed off. Nacho Contreras, the Diaz Brothers, they both lost out. They heard about Sosa, and Gaspar working together. It is a war, Tony. And their goal to win, is to take everything that you had, prior to leaving." Felix explained.
"Well surprise. It'll all change since I'm here." He said determinedly. "Now, tell me what you know, man."
"I was at your storehouse two months ago. I didn't know what was going on, other than hearing that you died, according to word on the street. When I got there after some looking around, I recognized a couple of your guys, but then I saw Gaspar. He was inside, watching over the loading of a delivery truck." He explained. "I was able to buy a couple kilos, but the price was jacked. It's been tough since you left. There are only a few dealers that you can trust nowadays." He finished.
"Well, that's all going to change now. If you work for me, we'll take this town by the balls." He said, determined.
Felix was delighted to hear that. "I'm with you Tony, whenever you need me, man." He said, assuring Tony that his loyalty is still with him.
Which was a delight to hear for Tony, since he always liked Felix, and thought of him as another brother from another mother, even during his cocaine addiction.
So Tony was glad that he's still his partner, as he turned around and thought about what he could do now. "I need to make my moves, got to get back into the game, you know? I need to pay the Vice to get my mansion back. Fuckers." He disdainfully said, referring to them. "Then after that, we can rebuild the business."
"Take what I've got to get you started. Go to the Grove and talk to Coco. She's one of the only dealers that we can trust at this moment. If you need a hit to get rolling, be sure to find me." He spoke. "It's good to have you back, by the way."
"Likewise." Tony said, before walking away, feeling pensive.
What a coincidence, that Felix also recommended him to meet Coco there, after Sheffield. She must be pretty famous to them, as Tony believes. So, after telling him that he will, and after gaining 200 G of coke, Tony was now on his way to Coconut Grove to find her, after reentering his Cadillac.
Tony got to the place that was in Coconut Grove, a swimming pool water park behind one of the hotels that he remembered going to in the past with Manny, in their attempts to pick up some girls there. Which would be before he met, and married Elvira.
He wondered how she was doing, by the way. He hoped that she could still be somewhere in Miami, and he hoped that now that he's sober, and remaining clean, he could win her back. Sure it could take some time, but he was sure that he could show her that he truly changed into a new man. And hopefully, they'll hook up.
But until then, he was just walking his way through the Grove, until he was now at the bar, which used to have a thatch roof on it. Now it was probably gonna get redecorated with new shingles, but the bar was still open, which was where Tony saw a busty redheaded that wore a see-through red long-sleeved shirt that showed her black bra, which showed her DD Cup breasts beneath it. She also wore a black miniskirt that was held up by a red belt. She also had dark amber eyes, and her red hair was having a slight greyish tint to it.
"Give me a scotch." He said to her, guessing that it's Coco.
"On the rocks?" She asked, walking to the table where Tony was standing at.
"Straight up." He said, feeling that he could get in some scotch in his system, if so, he can ready himself a bit for some negotiating.
Then he noticed that she was suddenly looking at him closely, like she was looking at him like she just met a friend that she recently met again after forgetting about him for a few years. "I know you." She suddenly said.
"Nah, we never met." He said, not having met the admittedly pretty red head in front of him.
"No, but you were here before. A long time ago you were with another man. A tall, sexy looking Cuban guy." She said a little dreamily, describing the other man that Tony was with. Being Manny.
Tony had to suppress a fit of sadness in his eyes, at remembering the brother from another mother that he shot dead in his home. Not knowing he's alive and walking in Miami.
"Oh, you've got a good memory. Felix forgot to mention that." He said, able to hide the sadness that he could've shown to her, at the mention of Manny.
"Felix?" She asked, surprised. Before chuckling. "Oh, that dog? He owes me a night out. And so does that Cuban guy. That is, once we meet. You guys know each other?"
"Felix works for me now. As for Manny? Well… he's not here." He said, barely able to hide the sadness on his face, and in his voice, on the last part. "Changing the subject, he said that you might be interested in what I'm offering."
"Well that's fine of the boy, isn't it?" She said casually. Then she got serious. "Look, supply is tight in Miami right now. All my shit is getting controlled by Gaspar Gomez. That fucking asshole keeps the prices too high. At this rate, I'm going to have nothing." She said with a shudder at the last part.
Tony could tell she was being nervous. Mainly at the threat of losing the drugs. He did hear from Felix that she was an addict after all. In his opinion though, he feels that it isn't the end of the world to lose the drugs. Especially since it gives her an opportunity to sober up and remain clean. Which is what he did. So, he hopes that she can do the same. If so that she won't end up like himself after he too got addicted.
Even though, he's still going to do some deals with the drugs, seeing that as a surefire way of gaining enough money for his mansion, he's ensuring that he won't be snorting that stuff again. He's remaining clean, after all.
"I know this town better than anyone. I get the shit, you sell it. I collect my cut, you keep yours." He spoke.
"I just need you to do me a favor though. Don't go sampling anymore of those drugs. Trust me, I've been through similar shit like this, and it didn't do me any good. If anything, I blame my 'death' on my addiction to coke. So please, if you have a chance to kick the addiction too, do it. Otherwise, prepare for when your life starts to go bad. I know mine did." He said, putting his single hand on hers in a serious, and assuring gesture. "I know that it'll be hard down the road to sobriety, but you can't let the addiction get to you. Just keep on going cold turkey until the withdrawal stops. Trust me, it'll stop. I promise." He explained.
"Hmm…" She was pensive for a moment. Especially at what Tony said about her addiction. It is no secret that she happened to be an addict, but Tony seemed to be concerned towards her. Probably since he seems to love women like herself. And he would be sad to see that she could be dead from her addiction. She admits, she was touched to see that he cares for her too.
"Okay. You got a deal." She said, feeling that he is the best chance she has at staying afloat. Regardless of her feeling that she must obey his word, and get herself sober, since he seems to have suffered from his addiction that probably played a part in him vanishing for a few months according to word on the street. The thought of that did leave her feeling a hell of a chill up her spine. Especially 'if' that happens to her too. "What do you go by?"
"Montana. But you can call me Tony. Ok pussycat?" He asked.
"Ok Tony. But I can push so much product in a day, the bar has its limits." She spoke. "The others are around though, but they can't always be trusted." She somberly said.
"Me, I only trust one person." He spoke.
She smiled at him while her eyes were half lidded, likely having the hots for him too. Even though he feels that she has the hots for Manny, remembering what she called him. "I hear you tiger. Just tell that Manny guy that I said hi. And that I'm here, when he wants to get acquainted with me." She said, huskily.
"I'll… keep that in mind." He somberly said, walking away. Preparing to practice his deals with Coco's dealers. While he was also in thought, feeling that Manny could've had her for a lover if Gina wasn't around, or involved. Tony was still saddened about his death, while trying not to cry.
Nevertheless, he was still ready to do the deals for his mansion.
Tony had to test out his silver tongue on a couple dealers around Coconut Grove. He knew his way around dealing, having done it before during his rise to power, and even after he got to where he was in his mansion. So, he knew how it worked.
It wasn't easy. And there were some risks involved to where there could've been no deals between himself, and the dealers. Not to mention a fight could've broken out. But he pulled it off. And he was able to grab himself over $10,000 in his pockets. Which was enough for him to actually get his mansion back. And he still had some Grams of drugs left, just in case he may need some money in the future.
But for now, he had enough, as he was on his way to Shady Grove, where his mansion was at. He hoped that it wasn't too beat up to where he may be unable to repair and renovate it. If it is reparable, then he would be happy to be back in there again.
He continued to drive his Cadillac through the road until he was driving past the gate that leads directly to the mansion after having it opened for him. Where he saw the Vice guys. And they were waiting there like they were expecting him.
Which they were. As they were past the gate, near one of the little buildings not far from the mansion. And they had a van with them. "The government not paying you clowns enough?"
"Hey fuck you, man! We're the Vice! Not some loose-knit government agency looking for holdouts." The white Vice guy said annoyed. "By the way, you know how it works from here on out, don't you?"
"Fuck you too. Mel Bernstein tried this shit on me once, and it didn't work for him either, you know?" He said, telling them of Mel's death.
"Mel?! He wasn't a team player, man. Trust me, you did us all a favor." The black Vice guy said, telling him that even they seem to resent Mel Bernstein.
If that was the case, then he must've been one hell of a dirty cop if his antics has gotten him to where even his colleagues hated his guts. And considering that they seem like corrupt people themselves, it says a lot. So, it surely had Tony feeling zero regrets in killing him at this point.
Then the white guy from Vice told him that Miami is their backyard, and that they get paid to keep order in the country, and to keep the economy stable. They told him that they thankfully won't bother him, but they threatened him that if he starts to cause chaos in the city, especially if it involves killing people, then his heat is gonna go up until it gets high enough to bring their attention to him. Which would mean that they're 'making a house call.' Before telling him to make a donation for the mansion.
Which he proceeded to do, as he paid them the $10,000 for the mansion. "Maybe you should go and donate a little something for your wives. You know? Just relax a little." He sarcastically said.
The Vice guy took the money before going back into his van. "We'll be watching you, boy!" The black Vice guy said before they drove off through the street. Leaving Tony alone with his devices. And his mansion. Which he proceeded to drive to the rest of the way, before entering it, happy to return to the place.
Now, he was ready to make this a base of operations for him, as he was now walking to his master office room in the mansion. The room that he remembered having begun his could've been 'last stand' inside. Which is the same room, that he saw his sister die inside.
He still wishes that she didn't die, and that he didn't kill Manny, causing her to go off the deep end. But here he is. And he's now moving on as he was now sitting in his office chair at his desk. Where he swiped a few papers off of his desk, while looking over it, seeing a picture of him, and Elvira on a picture frame. He briefly felt somber, before quickly calling for Felix on his phone, using his speaker for talking on.
"This is Felix." His voice sounded on his phone's speaker.
"Hey Felix? This is Tony." He replied.
"Hey Tony, did you meet Coco?" He asked.
"Yeah, she said you were bad in bed man." He jokingly said. "Look, I got my old house back from those fuckers. Now this place needs some cleaning, like a Maid or something. Right now though, you said something about Gaspar working out of that storehouse?"
"Yeah? Why?"
"What do you think that cockroach is doing? What kind of operation is he running here?" Tony asked.
"Well, it looked like he was running cash out of there. And plenty of it, since I saw an armored van in one of the delivery bays. He's probably smuggling them for laundering." Felix explained. "There's plenty of guards nearby, but it won't be impossible to get a look. Shall I scout it out?"
"No need. I'll pay that chazzer (Pig) a visit myself." He said after rising out of his chair. Before grabbing some weapons that he could use, expecting a fight on his hands.
And done.
Here's a second chapter of Scarface the World is Ours. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.
And I apologize that this took a few years for an update for those wondering why this took so long, I had other chapters to work on. And I went through writer's block for this due to the low viewer count and lack of reviews, at least until one review came out. Plus, I admit I didn't know where I can take this story to where it'll lead to Tony, and Manny meeting each other.
Though I still have some ideas of where to go, particularly of where I can have them meet, I feel light on them, so don't hesitate to give me a few ideas in the reviews. Just know that like Tony, I'm back. I'm back to this fic. And I hope that you enjoy it.
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