Marvel Pietro Maximoff Novels & Stories

“If anyone gets within a centimeter of her, they’re dead.” Fabio nodded again. “I’ll handle it.” Alone now, Dante pressed a hand against the window frame and closed his eyes briefly. He thought of the Camorra. The Bratva. The invisible threads pulling at him, entangling him in a web of betrayals and threats. He opened his eyes and met his own reflection. A leader couldn’t afford distractions. But she was one. And that unsettled him more than any war about to erupt.

The world didn’t stop for a heartbroken wolf. That’s when I saw him. Maximus Vito. I had heard the rumors. The Vito Mafia family. Cruel. Untouchable. Dangerous. Maximus, their heir, was the most feared mafia boss in the city. And now, he stood in front of me like he owned the damn place. His eyes locked onto mine, and I could feel his gaze like a weight pressing down on me. He was a giant, towering over me. Broad shoulders, dark hair that framed his sharp features, and eyes so green they looked like they could see straight through me. He wasn’t just dangerous—he was magnetic. Like a predator who had found his prey.

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

She wondered if it's the job space May was talking about. Max, the Alpha of the NY Crestdom Pack and also a dangerous and fearful mafia in the city. He is a very tall man with broad shoulders fitted with muscles, his beard was perfectly shaved, he has radiant set of blue eyes, he has slanted medium lips made of matte brown color, he was dangerously handsome also known as the city's playboy.

His mother, May, shot him sympathetic glances but stayed quiet. Halfway through the main course, Marvel excused himself. “One moment, gentlemen. Business never sleeps.” He stepped outside for a quick call. When he returned minutes later, he wasn’t alone. Walking beside him was Peter Noir, Elias’s father, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, exuding the calm confidence of someone used to high-stakes rooms. Marvel clapped Peter on the shoulder with forced warmth. “Everyone, allow me to introduce Peter Noir. One of my top investors—sharp mind, excellent returns. We’ve been working together on several key projects.”

None of his two colleagues were doing great either. " I agreed with the idea of introducing another monster " Santana said gently. His grey hair was neatly combed and his suit were pressed and neat but that doesn't makes him less sad and downcast. " Who is this man you have arranged to go after Konstantin Dmitri? " For some seconds Mattia didn't speak as he took his time to reply. " Maximo Santino " Stunned totally by Mattia's response, Santana and Carlos shared a horrified glance. " You are kidding, why would you call in a Mafia Boss into this? " Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can'

She didn't want to tell Peter why the Italian brute did that and she respected her decision. "You two go, I'll stay with her," Matteo said a bit too harshly and was about to go to her side when Peter stopped him. "Who the fuck do you think you are? you can't just go then decided to come back when you're not expected." Peter grabbed his arm, ignoring the fact that he's the dangerous Italian Mafia underboss in the country. His loyalty stayed to Amara and knows that he would die for her. "Paolo, control your boyfriend."

I answered. He laughed quickly. “You sound like a cartel.” “I own one,” I answered. “Shut. I'm screwed,” Max complained. I found it somewhat fun that he forgot I was the head of the biggest Italian Mafia. “And it's already been discussed. You're only going to get someone. Not cause trouble,” I continued lecturing. “That doesn't make it sound any better,” Max complained. I rolled my eyes, and stared at the table as if it would bring him to manifestation. He was supposed to be an undercover agent and private investigator or whatever Ella said he was.

“Not really. Some lady he’s been talking to on the phone. Yesterday was supposed to be their first date.” Dante nodded once, pulled out his phone, and made a quick call. His voice was clipped. “Track Ivan Moretti’s phone. Last known location. Now.” He slipped the phone back into his pocket. “I will find him.” Maxim’s voice rose, angry and broken. “Make sure he comes back to me unscathed or else….” Dante opened his mouth, but I gave him a stern look. He stayed silent. I understood Maxim wasn’t just angry, he was terrified. He knew exactly what mafia lords were capable of, and the thought of losing his “normal” son to this world was tearing him apart.

“Good. Fear keeps people careful. It keeps them alive. Had it kept you in place, you wouldn’t have flinched when you were put in a situation of questions.” Maxine spun to face me, eyes flashing with something between anger and desperation. “You don’t get it. He’s not going to stop! I’m in too deep, and if Xavier finds out what I’ve been doing…” “Then don’t get caught. Be the smart woman that I hired, not this weakling that is standing in front of me.” I said sharply, rising from the chair. “You think I don’t know what Lorenzo is capable of? He’s my brother, Maxine. I grew up watching him build armies out of monsters. I know exactly what he’ll do if he doesn’t get what he wants. But if you wa