Epilogue Pete Dinunzio Novels & Stories

make it a night to remember! I was lost in the flashback and recovering but Pete didn't skip a beat, dropping to his knees and looking up at me, nodding with a big grin, "That was hot, but let me give you a fluff...you have to finish the job." He turned his head to me and pretended to whisper a secret, "After that, somebody's probably ready to explode."

“I’ve rested for months. I’m a goddamn prop in my own life. Brianna’s out there playing Joan of Arc while I’m stuck here relearning how to piss standing up.” Marco crossed his arms. “You think she’s not drowning? That girl’s on every news channel fighting your battles.” “My battles?” Phoenix barked a laugh. “I didn’t ask for a martyr.” The doorbell rang. Emilia let herself in, holding a casserole dish. “Brought lasagna. And before you ask, no onions.” Phoenix sagged onto the couch. “I’m not hungry.” “Bullshit.” She set the dish down. “Brianna’s on Truth Hour tonight.”

"You expect this to settle everything?" Capello nodded. "It’s not about the debt anymore. It’s about legacy. Ours. And our children’s." Sanchez closed the box. "Alejandro won’t like this." "Then teach him what it means to end a war." --- In the shadows of an abandoned coastal facility, Paula watched encrypted streams on a laptop. The mysterious man approached her again. "Dino’s movements are predictable. The convoy. The fallback site. You’ve done well." Paula looked unsure. "Who are you really? What do you want with him?"

There's no way she'd let me enjoy any of it. I raised a hand to signal Clara to chill, then leaned back to watch the show. The once-mighty CEO of SaunCorp, a man who used to rule the boardroom, had apparently switched careers to social media influencer. Every night, without fail, he'd go live with his beloved Fiona. Same time, same scripted sob story, always hammering the same points. They claimed I'd promised to donate my kidney but bailed after demanding a fortune, leaving Fiona's surgery on hold and her life supposedly dangling by a thread.

“What family? Oh please, don’t give me that. And don’t try to play any games too, there’s nothing between us. Something flashed across Stephanie’s face but then she smiled quickly, “As you wish, my love,” she said. *** “Oh, God, Rico, there you are. Been looking all over for you,” Pete said, taking the stool next to Rico, at the counter. Rico was sipping his cappuccino like a tall glass of wine. “The boy, and the alleged mom showed up,” Pete reported. “I know,” he replied drily. “They should all be with Ryan, right now.” “What? And you’re here, why?” Pete asked, steaming.

"Get out all of you and this better be the last time I hear of this drama. Dismissed." The three of us quietly left the Dean's office and walked down the hall. I was sure the video of Pete being kicked in the balls had circulated around campus. We reached the stairs that led to the campus ground before Pete spoke again. "This is not over," He vowed. I rolled my eyes. "Actually, Pete, it ends now," Issa's voice entered my ears and before I could react, Pete was screaming on the ground… his arm bent in an odd ugly angle. My heart skipped triple beats when I saw the bones of his wrist popping out.

I lip synced 'end it' and he nodded at me " Fordy, you should stop watching supernatural man." " They are true stories, Pete." " Yeah yeah... Be careful and bye for now." " Bye... Tell Luke that I'm gonna kill him for not even saying hi... I know he doesn't want to talk with me but even say Hi." " Okay... Bye." " Ciao." And he hung up " You heard him, Luca?" Pete smirked at me " Yeah I did. We will see that later." There's no way I am not under fire ever

This final statement from my mate convinces Diamina to slowly walk towards the hospital building. I watch as the doctors and nurses do what they can on the ground, hooking in lines to get fluid into Pete and give him the antidote. They finally lift him to the gurney and quickly roll him down the path to the hospital. The warriors are still there, having stood a few feet away and following everything. “Please make sure this..” I point at the ground. “Is brought into order. We don’t want to scare packmembers. And don’t repeat who he is to anyone. Beta Lianne does not know yet.”

Tom spat at him, and Chairman Holland gave him a hard slap across the left cheek, but he didn’t flinch. He scoffed before wiping his cheeks with his palm, and taking a deep breath, “You should have showed this side of yours as I was growing up instead of trying hard now. I knew we would get to this point someday and here we are finally. It must have been hard trying to pretend that you care about me all this while, you should release all your pent-up anger now. I will never be surprised, nonetheless”, he stated, and walked out of the room and couldn’t see when Anita woke up.

I’m sorry, everyone. Jack - Fine! Drink three glasses as an apology. Pete - I’m sincerely very sorry. Pete drank three glasses of wine. Jack - Now answer my question. Pete - What? But I did it already. I even drank. Jack - Nope, my question was - why have you been staring at Amy? I’ll have you know, she is our little girl, and we all swore to protect her. Amy blushed on hearing this and her eyes almost misted. Pete - Fine. (grumbles)