Marvel Pietro Maximoff Novels & Stories

The disinfectant burned sharply against the raw skin, but I didn’t even breathe through my teeth. Physical discomfort was meaningless noise. I wrapped the wound neatly and moved to my desk. The laptop screen flared to life in the underground gloom, running a secure, untraceable network. I typed the name. Matt Davis. His picture loaded instantly. Sharp features, a hint of silver at his temples, and that practiced, reassuring smile. The kind of man people inherently trust. CEO of the Davis Empire. Construction, tech, energy—his reach covered the whole city.

Dominic: The moment the shield shattered, the world beneath my feet shifted. War. Betrayal. A threat older than my bloodline rising again. Flashback: The rogues might be involved in this eventually.” I said, looking at the man that I’ve known as my best friend throughout my whole life. The man who was rarely ever around, but the man to depend on if we needed him. Marcel’s words played in my mind, a silent promise. “I will stand by you. But should you include the rogues… that is where I will draw a line.”

Daniil turned to me, his eyes filled with a mixture of fury and something else—something that I couldn’t quite place. “We can’t let him get away with this,” Daniil said, his voice tight with tension. “Maximo is a threat, and we need to eliminate it before it destroys everything.” I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “We’ll take him down. Together.” Daniil’s expression softened for just a moment, and in that brief flicker of vulnerability, I saw the man beneath the mafia king. But then his eyes hardened again, and he pulled me into a tight embrace.

she closed the door behind her and dropped the tray on his desk. The office was such a mess; he had paper works everywhere on his table and even on the floor. “what have you been doing in here, everything looks so….sad” Harley said as her eyes wandered around the office like it wasn’t even something good to look at “I have been trying to see if I could find a way to…save the remaining people at Haynes technologies and maybe find the first alpha Grey created which is Experiment 25…. Roman St Laurent” he handed Roman’s file to her which she collected hastily.

After laughing like this for a few moments, Lucifer still laughing said, “come on man, you gotta get at least a better fake name. Infact, Max Groot sounds more real than this fake name” Max: .... ..... Before Lucifer could say anything else, Max looked at him with a serious expression and said "I am serious", hearing which, Lucifer was the one who was confused and the only question his mouth could blurt out was, "Why?". Max: “Because you seem as a trustworthy person and to be honest, I might require your help in the foreseeable future and it would be better for us if we know each others real identities, In fact,I already know you right ‘fluffy’ “.

I ask, bracing myself for more revelations. Bill takes a deep breath. "Max's real name is Luka Moreau. He was part of the mafia in France but wanted out. He didn't want to die or put his family at risk, so he faked his death, changed his identity to Max Laurent, and came to the US to be a designer."

LEONARDO'S POV Leonardo dicosta age: 28 Nationality: Italian-American Job: CEO/Mafia leader of the Italian Mafia in America Family: Matteo Dicosta ( father) Devin Dicosta (brother) Best friend: Vicento Andriano Personality: Arrogant, unforgiving, Reliable, Brave, cold, and determined.

Rocco looked tense. Like something bad had happened. Massimo’s heart skipped. Without thinking twice, he spoke sharply. “What happened to Chiara?” Rocco blinked. Then he shook his head quickly. “No, boss. She’s fine. She’s safe.” Massimo’s chest loosened slightly, but his expression remained cold. “Then why are you here?” Massimo asked. Rocco hesitated for a second, then spoke. “The strongest Don in Russia…” Rocco started carefully. “It’s James Pietro.”

Ace commanded, his eyes cutting into her like blades. “I… I was just following orders,” Marina stammered, fear dripping from every word. “From whom?” Alexia asked sharply, stepping forward, her gaze locked on Marina’s. She was like a predator herself, calm and sharp, making the enemy squirm without lifting a finger. “From a man named Moscov,” Marina admitted, her voice trembling. Ace’s head snapped toward her, his expression darkening. “Moscov? Right hand of the Russian Mafia. He wouldn’t dare—” His voice dropped, trailing off as he processed the betrayal.

Flame asks, ignoring his request. "I don't know. He kept his information private so if one of us was discovered and tortured we couldn't out the others. I didn't even know Merida was working for him." He starts to pace around the room, his head snapping to the door when it opens and Anastasia steps inside closely followed by Amara. I step in front of him when he leaps at her, snarling and failing to control his wolf. "Kill the bitch. Get out of my way or I'll kill you too, Cain."