Fuck my life.
Not only did Sosa fuck with his life, but God Himself had to take a turn and fuck with him too, dumping his soul into this sorry-ass excuse of a man named Takashi Komuro.
What the fuck is wrong with this boy? His memories are filled with self-pity and moping around 'Rei this' and 'Rei that.'
Dude, go buy a fucking life. Your world doesn't revolve around her.
No wonder his girl decided to cuck him with his best friend. And now? Now Tony had to clean up this little bitch's mess.
That girl? She obviously wanted him. But this dumbfuck didn't get it. When she needed someone the most, when she was desperate for support, this weak-ass bastard didn't even step up. Didn't make a move. Didn't take the shot to claim the bitch once and for all.
It was obvious, blatant, even.
She was begging for a sliver of support from him, just wanting someone to stand by her side while she was getting torn apart by that shady fuck of a teacher, Shido.
She wasn't asking him to play hero.
Just to believe her. To fucking listen. But what did he do?
This brain-dead clown straight up dismissed her, told her she was overthinking, and acted like some bootlicking retard preaching that all teachers are saints.
Even if he didn't believe her, he should've pretended.
All he had to do was lie. Just once. Say, "I believe you," and that chick would've dropped her panties for him, no hesitation.
She was ready, ripe. But instead? This pathetic, beta-ass waste of flesh let his best friend step in and take his girl from right under his nose.
Fucking embarrassing.
And maybe, just maybe, it wasn't any of Tony's business. He could've just started fresh, ignored all this high school drama, and chased better pussy.
But that's not who the fuck he is.
You know who I am?
I'm Tony. Fucking. Montana.
And I don't take Ls from anyone. Not from some teenage drama. Not from life. Not from God.
He could see it in her eyes. That girl, she still had feelings for him. Even if this body's former owner was a disappointment, she kept glancing at him in class, silently, like she was searching for something that wasn't there anymore.
Tony knew that look.
She hadn't fucked Hisashi. Not yet. She was still holding out. Still saving herself for this limp-dick loser. She was waiting. Hoping.
And when she finally confessed, finally asked him to back off so Hisashi wouldn't misunderstand? That pathetic fuck folded like a cheap chair and caught a heart attack from rejection.
Give me a fucking break.
Tony already took a bullet from Sosa's hitman. Now he had to wipe this punk-ass loser's life clean too?
Fuck that.
His pride wouldn't let him walk away. He was going to fix this shit.
Because Tony fucking Montana doesn't get played. He doesn't get cucked. And he sure as hell doesn't let some limp-dick best friend take what should've been his.
It ends now.
He's gonna take the girl. He's gonna show that bitch what a real man is. And he's gonna shove his boot so far up this dead cuck's past that the whole fucking school's gonna remember the day Tony Montana walked in.
You wanna fuck with him?
Go ahead.
But just remember, Tony always gets the last word.
And the last fuck.
...
"Takashi, I told you already, didn't I? I said not to meet me again. What if Hisashi sees us and gets the wrong idea?"
Rei stood with her arms crossed beneath those massive, impossible tits, her maroon hair falling past her shoulders, her glare cold and distant like she was trying hard to act tough, but Tony could see the cracks.
But what really made him pause was the sight in front of him.
Jesus fucking Christ.
That chest? No fucking way.
Those things defied gravity and logic. Those tits weren't high school, they were porn-tier.
He couldn't even lie; they were way bigger than his ex-wife's, and she'd spent a fortune getting hers done back in Miami.
And what the hell was up with that skirt?
It was barely covering her ass.
And those black stockings?
Hugging her legs, riding high up her thighs like she was begging for someone to rip them off and bend her over the nearest desk.
Goddamn, is this Japan?
Tony shook his head slightly, fighting the grin curling at his lips.
No wonder that boy Takashi was simping for her like a bitch.
Look at her.
If Tony was still a teen, he'd fuck the brains out of a girl like that and keep her locked in his bed, begging to get up.
But the boy? That punk? He was soft. Weak. Didn't even know how to protect his own bitch.
Well, too bad. Tony was here now. Time to show the boy how a real man courts a woman.
"Let me teach you something, cabrón," Tony thought. "Watch and learn."
Tony took a step forward, eyes locked onto her, sharp like daggers.
He jabbed his finger right at her chest, practically burying it between those massive tits.
"You don't tell me what to do, princesa. You hear me?"
That glare in her eyes faltered. Cold melted into concern.
"Takashi…? What's gotten into you?" she asked, confused, maybe even a little afraid.
His presence, his body language, everything about him was off. This wasn't the Takashi she remembered.
But that's the point.
Tony leaned in, voice low and rough. "You already know what happened. You don't fuck with me and act like everything's over. You made me look like a fucking clown in front of everyone. My girl, my girl got stolen by my so-called best friend, and now the whole school knows it. You feel that? You taste that shame, don't you?"
Rei's shoulders slumped, and her eyes dropped to the floor.
"I'm… I'm sorry, Takashi. I didn't mean for it to happen like that…" she whispered, looking down, eyes full of guilt.
"Break up with him," Tony growled. "Tell him to fuck off. You want support? I'll get your back. You wanna put that snake Shido in the dirt? I'll bash his skull in myself."
Rei's eyes widened.
"But… what about Hisashi?" she said, her voice almost a plea. "He's been there for me, he's been kind, I… I can't just leave him, Takashi."
Tony narrowed his eyes and stepped forward, towering over her.
"Then I'll tell him to fuck off myself."
He turned to leave the empty classroom, not giving a shit about what anyone else thought.
But before he could step through the door, Rei grabbed his uniform from behind, clinging to him.
Her voice trembled.
"No, wait, please, Takashi. Just… give me time. I'll talk to him. I'll end it. Just don't make things worse. Please."
Tony paused.
Then grinned.
That signature Tony Montana grin, the kind that said I own this shit now.
"That's my girl," he said, running his hand through her maroon hair, patting her head with the smug dominance of a man who knew he just flipped the whole damn game.
She blushed. That simple, cocky touch made her heart race.
This wasn't the same Takashi.
This wasn't a boy.
This was a man.
If he'd shown this side of himself sooner… maybe she never would've gone to Hisashi in the first place.
But now? It wasn't too late. Not completely.
Takashi still believed in her. He still wanted her. And she hadn't fully given herself to Hisashi yet.
There was still time.
She just hoped Hisashi would understand. Because deep down, she knew Tony was the one she was meant to follow.
"So, Takashi…" Rei's voice dripped with intent, her eyes locking onto him with that same look, full of spring heat, full of desperate meaning.
"No."
Tony shut it down cold.
His voice was firm, heavy with finality.
"You'll be mine soon enough. But first, you tell that motherfucker to fuck off. I don't share my woman with anyone. You hear me, Rei Miyamoto?"
"Yes, Takashi…" she answered quickly, bowing her head low in submission, voice trembling with obedience.
She said quietly. "I'll tell Hisashi it's over. I'll end it. And we'll be together again. Thank you... for accepting me again."
Tony nodded, eyes sharp. "Good. I'll be watching. If he lays even one finger on my girl, if he gets aggressive or starts acting like a man, he'll be finished. I'll end him. Myself."
Rei looked at him with sadness in her voice. "Don't you trust your own best friend, Takashi?"
Tony didn't even blink.
"The best friend doesn't try to steal your girl behind your back." Tony's tone was ice-cold, brutal. "He ain't my friend. Not anymore. Never was."
Right then, the school bell rang.
Tony turned away without hesitation, his voice echoing as he walked off.
"Alright, chica, playtime's over. I go first. Take care."
"Take care too, Takashi…" Rei murmured softly, watching him walk away as they split paths down the hallway.
They were supposed to be in the same class, but because of that bastard Shido messing with her records, Rei and Hisashi were still stuck in second year.
Meanwhile, Takashi, no, Tony fucking Montana was already in third year.
But that wouldn't last.
Tony Montana wasn't the kind of man who forgave or forgot.
Shido had put himself on the wrong man's radar.
And soon?
Tony would deal with him.
Personally.
First, he'd finish the boring school day, play along for now. But after that? He'd arm himself again. Lay the foundation. Rebuild his empire, piece by piece.
First this country.
Then the world.
He was coming for it all.
Tony Montana was back.
And this time?
No one could stop him.
No one.