Epilogue Pete Dinunzio Novels & Stories

I pour another, then another, until the burn feels less like punishment and more like fuel before stumbling back to the crime wall. My eyes dart around the wall until they land on Pete’s name, sitting there like a loose thread begging to be pulled. I rip it down and stare at it, then at Harry’s name, then Vivienne’s. Pete is the only outsider tied to them both. He’s the key to ending all of this. one small confession and everything falls back in place. “That’s it,” I whisper, the words shaky but sure as I set Pete’s name on the coffee table like an offering.

That was enough. "Luca Datero..." Giovanni murmured the name of Confezzioni's young boss, Don Datero. Giovanni's eyes sank deeply as if tracing the distant past. "Even after she died and all those years have passed, he must have read traces of her in Eugene." Giovanni's interest in Eugene when they met at the council, along with Eugene's age and appearance—Luca Datero had keenly sensed something with just that and even arranged for DNA testing. It was the execution power befitting an ambitious young boss.

Blair walked to him, smiling when Mojo's eyes fixed on the blonde beauty as he chuckled. "You never fail to amaze me..." he hugged her when she answered, "When are we going to meet the girl of yours?" "Girl or girls?" both Giovanni and Mojo laughed hysterically. "Won't you introduce me, my child?" Pete came speaking a cheeky way when Giovanni introduced, "Pete, this is Mojo... Mojo, this is our godfather." "Pete, he is a drug dealer," Giovanni said and Pete raised both of his brows unaware. "Nice to meet you, sir," Mojo shook hands with the old man.

Smiling, flashing me one of his rare smiles. "I'm just glad you talked to me about all this." He says again. "Okay that's enough wallowing to last me a whole year." I say smiling. "Let's eat and watch my favorite show Atypical," I say to Noah as I pass him a bag of cheap sand press play. We seat in silence with his arm around me and watch.

I added, "I apologize for bumping into you, it was an accident and I wasn't watching where I was going but the way that you're acting right now is uncalled for and I don't appreciate it. Have a good day, mister." He just looked at me talk, not at all blinking at my words and my sass. After I was done he looked back at Romeo," take your mate and leave, Rogue. This is the only warning I give you as beta of the The Bronzecrest Pack whose territory you are on."

Her throat was dried as she kept swallowing her spit to make up for water. "I thought he was smart enough to have found you since yesterday but too bad, he is just as dumb as the rest of the people I have dealt with in the past. Leonard Wood is not worthy of being a Mafia leader!" Cane screamed. He matched towards Isabella again and pressed his leg on her which made her fall sideways on the floor. One of his men handed a seal to him and he closed her mouth with it. "I don't want you disturbing the peace of my bar, customers are already coming in. I wouldn't want you to disrupt their fun and Chase them away with your horrible screams because I am just getting started" He added, continuously m

he explained. “I’m not going to lie, I was glad to be there to see Grenville taken down, his face was a picture when Sarah told the Parley that Hugh was not the wolf they were looking for.” laughed Pete. “Grenville, as you saw, is a sanctimonious little prick, I hope he gets fired.” he said to Annie and Hugh and everyone nodded in agreement. Once dinner was over Hugh ordered coffee for everyone. Hugh and Pete went to the bathroom which gave Pete a chance to speak to Hugh alone.

What were the chances? Loud cheers erupted amongst the crowd once again, the third time Zane had gotten to the finish line, his ass on his bike as people chanted his racing name, Augustus, as they praised him. He said nothing, didn’t cheer, but I swear he was looking right at me. “Here’s my cue. I have to leave.” He jerked his card. “It has my number on it. Call me if you need to talk, or maybe a friend?” Elliot asked, pressing a quick peck to my nose before walking away from the crowd, towards backstage.

Three days turned into five days, and then into seven days. Mom's caregiver soon sent me a photo of Mom's dead body. Even if I could still convince myself that Antonio had done all that out of "protection" or "love" before, now that my mother was gone, what reason did I have left to stay in this cage? I wiped away my tears as I wrapped up my thoughts and started packing my things. Suddenly, my phone lit up. It was a notification from Antonio. He had shared a social media post of Elena. In the photo, she was standing next to Antonio, raising a glass to celebrate their collaboration.

Enzo's hands shook as he held the diary out. "Don Conti! Please, look at this! I found it while organizing Madre's things! I know she didn't want you to see, but you need to know how she lived these past two years!" Dante's fingers twitched. He turned his head, taking the worn diary, flipping to the first page. [Today, Dante didn't come back again. That's okay—he's busy, I need to be understanding.] [Nico has a fever. I called him, but he hung up. Later, I saw Alessia's social media—turns out they went to see the snow. The snow was beautiful… but my heart is colder than the snow.]