Epilogue Pete Dinunzio Novels & Stories

Pete thought for a moment, then nodded, "Okay. You and Eden saved my life. I choose to help you this time, as a reward for you. You better not lie to me. Once I know that you killed Jenny, I will definitely take revenge for her. " "Thank you. " Pete rested in the house for ten minutes. Then he told Eva to put on his coat and cloak. When all the warriors weren' t looking, he let Eva get into his car. The car windows are closed and it looks like everything is perfectly hidden. Eva calls Cynthia to report on her situation. "Hey Cynthia, guess who I' m with now? " "emm.... The owner of the auction house? " Cynthia said. "No, I' m with Pete. "

I just pray she didn’t get mugged again, she thought and shook those thoughts off. “Alright, I’ll see you at home. Be safe, okay?” Julian cooed. “I will,” she said and rose on her tiptoes to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “I’ll see you later.” --- In Pete’s interrogation center, as the hot summer sun shone outside, Julian sat down in Pete’s office, a file in hand, reading through the contents with his eyes hardened and his jaw ticking. “Sir,” Pete called, “I think we should take Rocky to the hospital. His kneecap was blown off, and if not treated properly, he might—”

"I-I-I did know it! I didn't try stopping Ella because I thought I could get away with both the money and the goods!" "I'm disappointed, Pete. I came to the Philippines because you requested for me to do the deal." "I'm sorry! Forgive me!" crying disgustingly Pete knew his life was about to end. Danil was about to beat him when Vanluke signaled for him to stop. "Although I'm feeling generous." Pete's hopes were up. Shaking terribly. "I won't kill any of you tonight. If it isn't because of your damn selfishness I wouldn't have met the future lady of my house."

"If the cops don't catch us, we'll...leave New Olreo and never come back. That's our...final compensation to you." I turned away. "I don't need compensation. I just need you alive to remember everything you've lost, to remember every moment you've chosen Martina over me." With that, they left. I stood in the rose pavilion, watching their silhouettes disappear into the night. Eugene appeared behind me at some point, his arms wrapping around my waist, his chin resting on top of my head. He asked, "Is it over?" I placed my hands over his. "It's over. Dante and Enzo will go into exile, the Don will spend the rest of his life in prison, and the Lucchese family is finished."

Relief hit him so sharply it almost hurt. “You did it,” Ethan whispered, looking at Luca with a love that felt too big for the room. “You risked everything.” Luca stepped closer, pulling him into a fierce, desperate embrace. “We did it. The last crime is done. The ledger is clean.” He pressed his forehead to Ethan’s. “Now you deliver the confession. You finish the Petrov RICO. You get the victory the Bureau has been starving for. Then we disappear, Ethan. We finally get the quiet life we bled for.”

"Direct me." Pete leaned back and stared out the window as Donal drove them. He wanted to be done with this, but he was a good soldier. If Donal needed information, he would give him as much as he knew. Then he would leave Jenna in Donal's capable hands. He'd catch an Uber or something to get back to his own truck. By that time, the place would be secured. He thought about Anthony, who'd been a good partner, and it made him mad. Why had the goblins killed him? He was an innocent bystander.

Leo pointed his tablet toward the recess, its amber light cutting through the grey spray. Noah swept his carbine barrel into the darkness. The beam of the weapon's tactical light caught a pair of heavy leather boots half-submerged in the swirling grey brine. Slumped against the reinforced concrete foundation of the trench wall sat Matteo De Luca. The old syndicate patriarch was a ruin of flesh and bone. His heavy woolen coat was soaked through with dark brine, his face carved with deep, raw lacerations, and a dark stain bloomed across his left shoulder where a heavy-caliber round had shattered the fabric of his shirt. Yet, despite the catastrophic trauma, Matteo’s dark, predatory eyes remain

The sixth sense of a woman who moved among underworld forces was normally inseparable from vigilance. While Vincenzo Corleone was handling business in the study, his personal phone vibrated once. It was an encrypted number with no contact name. When the screen lit up, I caught a glimpse of the message preview. The two words read, "Miss you." Vincenzo reached to turn off the screen almost instantly, his gaze flickering momentarily. Then, he returned to his paperwork, as if nothing happened.

And she knew she couldn't keep her fears hidden for much longer. The weight of her father's struggles and her eerie encounter hung heavy in the air like a storm cloud waiting to unleash its fury. *****The Bianchi Estate ***** "Did he agree to the offer?" his deep voice echoed through the lavish study, sending a shiver down the spine of his messenger, Giovanni. Giovanni swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. "N-no, sir. He refused." The mafia Baron’s gaze narrowed, his eyes piercing like daggers. "Refused?" He repeated the word, his voice dripping with venom.

……… THE RUSSO HOUSEHOLD Geremia was in his quarters packing his things and giving instructions to his assistant who was going to take over from him. Dante and Valerie walked in. "I can't wait to go disturb you at your new place" Valerie told him. "if he disturbs you, you have my blessing to throw him out" Dante told him. "Hey guys" Geremia greeted them. "I am going to miss you" Dante said. "me too" Geremia replied. Valerie laid on the bed and stretched out like a cat. "So how was the auction last night?" he asked. "boring" Geremia replied, he was careful to keep his breathing stable and his heart beat normal. Valerie must not know that he was lying.