Epilogue Pete Dinunzio Novels & Stories

I was taken to a clubhouse where I had to sit at a table with Vermont, sipping water, exchanging awkward glances with the barman, and Inhaling the awful redolence of marijuana and alcohol. I wondered why Vermont brought me here when he was completely engrossed in everything but me. We spoke no words. After what seemed like two hours, Giovanni appeared, bringing news to Vermont. “The boys have the target, boss.” Good news, I suppose. Driving back to the mansion was now with a Mexican girl Vermont couldn't get his hands off. I couldn't wait to be away from Vermont and his newly found pet, so I hastened my steps but his voice halted my tracks.

Annoyed, Santino approached Evangelina and kissed her cheeks, wanted to kiss her lips, then left annoyed; he wanted to see Demetrio arrive, but if he stayed a minute longer, Eva would be upset, and he had little progress if he was going to hell. When Santino left, Eva opened the envelope her father had given her, and it said that her children were already Laureti. She couldn't help but smile. While Demetrio drove to Eva's house, humming a children's music, he received a copy of the video that Filibert had sent to him...

It was already nightfall. On the beach. Two men sat side by side as they observed the sunset attentively. Pete was all smiles all through as he could finally breathe without being surrounded by his heavy guards. He was glad to have this bit of freedom. He turned his face towards the ghost. "You must be so happy to be finally out of the cemetery?" He spoke his eyes happy for the man beside him. Earth hummed out as he relaxed his body. From the look on his handsome face, he was very happy. Extremely happy.

] Angelito scoffs in desperation. To: Diana [Choose… I will kill you or Papà] Diana was left with no choice. She contacted Mr Yap to settle a misunderstanding between the governor’s son. Angelito waited for her reply. From: Diana [Mi Don, everything is settled.]

Scarlett “I'm sorry I didn't tell you from the beginning,“ Pete said, his voice heavy with regret. “When Ethan asked me to help him acquire the poison, I didn't question it. My clients pay for discretion, not curiosity. I supplied what he requested and left it at that. It wasn't until later that I learned Alistair Gance died shortly afterward.“

I wasn't looking for grief; I was looking for the future. When the last of the soil was thrown, and the priests had finished their hollow blessings, the crowd dispersed. They bowed to Dante, then they bowed to me lower this time, with a fear that was finally flavored with respect. They knew what had happened at Pier 12. They knew the "Golden Prince" had outplayed a Syndicate and outlived a Don. "He died hating the world he built," Dante said, his voice a low vibration that barely carried over the rain. He was looking at the fresh engraving: VINCENZO MORETTI - THE LAST BUTCHER.

she responded “You can have more meat”Catherine offered standing up to pick it for him “I'm satisfied” he replied bluntly,without looking up “I want more meat” Lorenzo stretching the plate at her,so he will drop tye meat on her plate “Pick it your self”sge dropped tye meat and sat down angryly He shrugged stood up and Picked it himself The meal time ended and all of them went back to their various room “Cathy you don't need to be sad now ,he might actually not want meat

Paula Deandro: The daughter of a notorious mafia boss, seductive, privileged, and untouchable. Silas Creek: A brooding, poor young man whose father owes a life-altering debt to the Deandro family. . . . The first time Paula saw Silas Creek, he was shirtless under the golden heat, swinging an axe at firewood behind the Deandro estate. Muscles strained. Sweat glistened. His jaw was hard, eyes harder. His father had sold his soul to her father's empire, and now Silas worked it off with his hands and back.

“Eat your meal, because this would be the last.” His last words echoed in my head, over and over, until I thought I might scream. I stared down at the untouched plate of food in front of me, my hands trembling in my lap. I shut my eyes briefly muttering a silent prayer, I could do with any miracle at this point. Even if it means going back to Damien. Anything to just get me out of here. The sharp sound of a phone ringing shattered the silence. Don Pablo pulled his phone from his pocket, frowning at the screen. He answered it after a moment, his tone lighter than I expected.

Pete Jupiter was seen smiling warmly towards Evania, his ex-worker in his company. “Thanks very much once again, Sir... Excuse me...” Evania then really walked out of Pete Jupiter’s personal working office. She sounded out her monolog at the quay of her mind, thought and consideration. Sumico doesn’t tell me that Pete Jupiter Huangwira also knows something about Mr. Virando’s real identity and true form. Should I have leisure time later on, I’ll ask about this to her...