Epilogue Pete Dinunzio Novelas e Histórias

“I don't understand either but I didn't have the courage to ask. He wants YOU. For whatever reasons he has, he wants me to trade you for your father's empire. I sell him to you and we get to keep everything - plus an extra 50 million dollars.” Her words sounded so ridiculous and unbelievable that I burst into a fit of laughter. Did Vivienne drink so much that she can't tell reality from delusion anymore? My laughter died in my throat when I met her serious gaze, “you can't be serious.” “But I am.” She nodded, “I spoke with one of his men last night.” She was really serious. Fear gripped me, and I placed a palm on the table to balance myself because it suddenly felt like I was too dizzy to st

I wonder if they know something I don't. "But Pete returns to a pack forever changed," Dante continues. Dante turns to Pete. "My son, come and give your speech to the pack." My heart stops, I hope he won't do anything stupid. Pete looks out at the crowd, his eyes find mine, and linger on then for some time. "Yes, Father," he says. "I do." "Please don't," I think desperately, though I know he can't hear me. Pete takes a deep breath. "When I returned home two weeks ago,I noticed the strange atmosphere around here, all caused by a prophecy. So I visited Roselyn. The girl from the prophecy. I wanted to understand what happened. Who she was."

Ethan looked toward the window. "Marcus Kane." "He escaped." "And he's heading to the old Carter estate." Liam's expression hardened. "Then that's where this ends." He reached for Emma's hand. "No more running." Emma squeezed his hand tightly. "No more secrets." Together, they walked toward the door, ready to face the final battle that would uncover the last truth about their families.

As expected, the screen was filled with over a thousand missed calls. Zoe let out a scornful laugh. "Next time, you should switch it up. Terminal illness? Jumping into the sea? Maybe she'll transfer all of the Warren family's assets straight to the Coles." He smiled casually. "Maybe she would." Taking advantage of the moment before anyone noticed me, I left the house, dazed and hollow. When we were eighteen, Adrian had worn a faded, repeatedly washed white shirt and knelt at the entrance of my home, appearing awkward and earnest, as he confessed his feelings.

"You seem awfully defensive for an innocent man." Martin stepped closer, his expression hardening. "And you're sounding more like a man with nothing than a man with a badge." With that, Martin walked away, leaving James standing alone, watching. Later that evening, Lorenzo sat in his penthouse apartment, swirling a drink in his hand while staring at the TV—which played, but he wasn’t watching. His phone buzzed. An unknown number. He clicked it open. A video. His hands went clammy. It was the scene outside the club, the altercation with Jess. Her scream. The blow. Her limp body. Him scrambling, wiping his fingerprints. It was all there.

His strong calloused hand went around me and his huge frame overshadowed me as he untied the binds, even when it came loose Fabio still took his sweet time to move away from me and when he gave me space, he winked at me. “Now, let's sit and talk and then we will be on our way.” Malcolm said to Pete and then me. We ended up sitting around a table, Pete sat on the chair while Fabio leaned on the wall far off, Malcolm also stood behind me, he had cleaned up his now healed wound and i stared at Pete. “If you tell me what is it you’re doing here in this city then maybe i’ll be able to tell you why a sniper was sent after you.” Pete said crossing his arms over his chest, i was tired of the back an

When I got the opportunity to share my thoughts about the struggles our dear town was facing in a four-page journal, I poured out my heart, focusing my writing on the ‘one man’ I shouldn’t have talked about. The journal got flagged down, of course, and its publication halted indefinitely. But the damage had been done, and unknown to me, the man I wrote about was worse than I thought and he neither forgives, nor does he forget. Pietro Eppolito is the devil that has tormented our city for the longest. He is a beast, a demon, even. Ruthless, merciless, bloody, monstrous. He kills for a living and he has turned our city into his den and my father, the Mayor of Queensland, his puppet.

With a teary and croaky tone, Pete slowly stepped back pushing his hand forward as he tried to calm his father down. The man still by the counter picked up the fag end of the cigarette before he dropped it on the floor. He walked towards Pete before he threw out his hand on his child. The scene began to break as its pixels began to scatter around. Everywhere slowly returned to a dark void room and the yells of Pete were being heard again. "Keep your mind in place lad, we are close to figuring out your past." Ephialtes mentioned before Pete's yells became louder. The pixels returned back to their places and the scene continued.

Hila Zaidi sat a little behind him, always choosing to keep in the shadows but as alert as ever, ever prepared to defend her husband. “Good team,” growled the Mafia Don, approvingly. * Danielle Eton was no longer on the ventilator. But she was still in a situation where she was being monitored carefully. Proserpina spent a lot of time with her, as did Melissa Lord but Lucien Delano was firm. His Woman had to return home when he told her to. He did not plan to jeopardise her life. Most evenings, he would pick her up from the hospital and drive home with her.

Donner growled, as though to accent Andrew’s command. Pete seemed to struggle between righteous indignation and self-preservation. Behind him, anger was easily winning with Chuck. In the end, self-preservation won out with Pete. “Fine. We’ll leave, and we won’t be back,” he said. Pete put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and guided him down the steps, away from the house. They did not look back before Eliza closed the door. Nikolas collapsed on the sofa and hid his face in his hands. Eliza sat down next to him and gently wrapped her arms around him. Donner nuzzled him until the elderly man was forced to pet him.