Keeper Peet Novel Novels & Stories

The leaders lowered their heads, bearing their grievance in silence. Pete arrived and chatted with Keeve like close buddies. Following Kaze’s statement, he lifted his head. “Oh, who’s the arrogant prick? Why are you talking bad about my grandfather in front of me?” “You’ll know when you come here.” Kaze’s emotionless voice echoed. Pete frowned as he found the voice familiar. He simply could not put his finger on it. “Alright. Let me see who you are.” He walked toward Kaze aggressively. He was in for a shock once he got a good look at Kaze’s face.

Hearing half of the conversation is a complete waste of snooping time. The men are still being secretive with what happened, but through previous eavesdropping efforts I've learned Pete, the notorious alcoholic, fish guy, and drug overlord, wasn't in his underground lair or wherever he's hiding out — no one technically specified where he was underground — but I realize it might have been literal. Wherever he'd hidden, he wasn't there. However, ten of his soldiers had been there and Ridge's team had gotten the jump on them.

Allison P.O.V. “Everything that is said in this room is to stay between the people in this room. Are we clear?” Blake asks when everyone is situated on chairs and the floor. People nod silently. Their looks vary from intrigued to concerned to suspicious. Pete is in a wheelchair, and is looking better than when he arrived at our pack borders. We’ll need to get his story as well. This is going to be a long ass day with lots of talk and planning. It’s necessary, I know that, but it doesn’t make it any less tedious.

I arrived in front of his salon, where his apartment was on the top floor. I pressed the doorbell, and the door flung open. Pete surprised me with his presence; he had his expensive kimono bathrobe and his face plastered in a green facial mask. He taps his foot. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Terry Young," Pete squinted his face, his pissed-off face, after opening his apartment door. His eyes scan me up and down, then inhale sharply. "Still sexy as ever."

"Is that…puke next to you?" Pete's repulsed tone wafted somewhere around my head, and I watched the toe of his combat boot push a Chinese food box back and forth. "Could be refried rice. Your guess is as good as mine," I slurred against the rim of my whiskey bottle, finishing another swig. "Why are you watching Grey's Anatomy, man?" "Waiting for a nip slip." "Don't hold your breath.". “Tempted to. Finishing it all seems like a grand idea.”

“Ok, I will, don’t let mum tell her about her brother, let me speak to her first.” The Anti Terror Squad pulled away and Pete led an extremely shaken Paul to the end of the street. “Who are you?” he asked Pete curiously as he struggled to keep up with the giant. “No one important, it looks like I am your new brother in law though.” Pete shot him a smile. “I’m Pete MacGregor by the way.

Pete looks up at me, the gold in his eyes gleaming while the blue one remains awfully dull. "You strayed too far from him, little sheep," Pete begins, and my breath catches in my throat. He seems to be the only one I truly fear, and his words always manage to send chills through my blood. "But I see the weight of your travels hasn’t worn you down. You look better than a week ago. Tell me, why? Eating like a king in the palace?" "It wasn’t my decision to leave, Pete." "Don’t lie to me!" he snaps. "I’ve had eyes on you for as long as you can remember. I know you met Death-roll a couple of nights here at the Wreath before you left Wyrm. Plotting your escape all along?"

*Eli* “Well, I hope you’re… comfortable, Alpha,” says Pete. The two men behind him chuckle a little, and I assess the situation. Clearly, they’re trying to intimidate me, but they’re falling a little short. The main guy, Pete, is obviously not an Alpha, but he’s trying to act like one. And the other two look like they’d be formidable if they weren’t practically starving, but it’s clear they’ve missed far too many meals to be in good shape.

___ Fiercely wiping my tears, I yell, striding to separate the two lovers, ''Spencer! Author's Note From my new Mafia novel coming soon. Tell me what you think in the comment section.

CLYDE “Here are the documents, sir.”, Pete said. Pete is his Executive Assisstant, but he can also be considered as his right hand. He handles a lot of his office works specially when he is away or on a business trip. He serves as his counter part when it involves employees conern. Clyde has three five star hotels in New York alone. He has one in California, two in Las Vegas and one mini hotel in Hawaii. He also has two hotels in Europe and an ongoing construction in Singapore. He is also planning to build one in China. All of that are partly being taking care of Pete. He receives daily report from him through his emails. Apart from signing crucial documents and client meetings where his pre