Marvel Pietro นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You can't do that. You can't destroy the Romano empire. Your uncle and I did so much to get the empire to where it is today," Chase lifted a brow. “Including sending me off to him to get fucked up in the name of a dammed training?" "Don't say it like that!” Pietro’s breathing became heavy. “You- you-," Tears blurred his eyes and he began to gasp for breath. “What-," He gasped, flailing his weak, fragile hands up in the air. “It was for-," "Fuck, pops," Chase stood up and rushed to a drawer in the room. He opened it and brought out a drug and hissed as he walked to Pietro. “You really want to die early, right? You haven't been taking your damned drugs!"

He’d participated in the Mafia world to gain power that would help him with his revenge plan. Now exactly 22 years later, 28 years old Dmitri, a billionaire with hazel green eyes, the proper masculine physique, perfect face cut, impressive height of 6’2”, is a typical introverted, observative, arrogant and quick-witted person, who doesn’t want anyone in his life, especially a woman. He runs his companies in the line of electricals, Machinery, software and textiles apart from other investment businesses like equestrian, casinos and resorts in foreign countries. He manages both legal and illegal work perfectly. He’d also become one of the most successful and eligible businessmen in America.

The short sleeves on his black t-shirt revealed his old military tattoos. Monroe wasn’t a werewolf, but he was a tough son of a bitch. I met him when I first moved to Toronto. He helped me get into this game, and he was the first person I asked to join my crew. Flint trusted him just as much as I did, and it helped to have a seasoned veteran in the business to keep us prepared and ahead of the game. He claimed that civilian life was enough to drive a man crazy, and after being in the war and seeing death on a daily basis working for mafia bosses was the only thing that kept him from losing it completely.

Martin asked casually, leaning on the rail beside him. Lorenzo didn’t answer directly. "You recorded it? Or hacked it?" Martin shrugged. "Does it matter? The important thing is: I have it." "What do you want? Money?" Lorenzo asked, already fishing for how deep this would go. Martin let out a low chuckle. "Money? Please. That’s too simple. No, I want something much more useful." He turned, locking eyes with Lorenzo. "I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly."

Taking an elevator to the top floor, we are escorted by a young looking Italian woman to a private sector. There is already an Italian guy in suit sitted by the wide table, a girl with glasses which I guess to be his assistant by the side. "Logo temp o." He stands up, giving us a tight smile. "Ciao." The girl with glasses nods at me. "Oh... Hello." I smile sheepishly, hoping what she said is a greeting. "Bello verditi di nuovo." Xavier replies professionally to the Italian guy. Scanning through the way he is dressed, and how he presents himself in a prideful manner just like some one I know, I could tell he is no other than Mr Carlos in flesh and blood.

CASSANDRA POV "Mom, please don't make me go," I whined, slowly getting up from my bed. Unfortunately, today was the day of my engagement which I was not looking forward to, considering I'm engaged to the one and only Alessandro Russo. Alessandro and I met a couple of years back and from what I saw, he was extremely ruthless and quite insane. However, since my father passed away, I had to get married to secure a male leader for our mafia - a worthy successor.

Cheng chuckled softly “Cheng how did you end up here” Roman asked again “How did you two know Bernard?” Cheng asked back, Roman showed Cheng the number on his neck and Lucas did the same “You are just like me and you too” Cheng quickly identified his lab mates, or isn’t that what they were even if they’ve never met “I’m an Alpha werewolf and he’s a chimera” Roman explained further “What are you?” Lucas asked “I don’t know…. Bernard wanted me to become his beast but I obviously didn’t qualify and now I’m somehow here” Cheng shrugged

Dante: “The fucking bastard bought Mikhail’s shares, and had him as his CEO, or in other words, puppet; that means, that we are now partners with Giovanni and Mattia, while working with a puppet of the two bastards” Leonardo said, handing me the file that just arrived “and it doesn’t seem like Mikhail would withdraw on any of his shares now that he has Giovanni by his side” “The man is sick” I said, watching as Aurora sat down to look at the two of us.

I asked another question. He nodded. "I needed to get your ass in the trunk to avoid issues on the road." "Pietro?" I asked. "Where's he please?" Steve's eyes glowed with madness. "Don’t be an idiot. I thought you would be worried about yourself and not some loser who is probably dead wherever he is right now." Pietro dead? Oh God no, please. He can't die. He might be evil, mean, and a monster. But I didn't want him dead. He is my husband after all. And Pietro can be sweet, kind, and loving...

“Shit! Shit! Shit! You imbeciles! I’m paying you money and you can’t even kill one damn man!” Eros was agitated and he couldn’t stop yelling while staring at his computer. He had cameras all over his mansion so he could see everything that was happening. Eros had never seen Pietro fought anyone before. He didn’t expect him to be this good. He is like James Bond, taking down so many people at a time. Eros is not fully aware of Pietro’s past. He has no idea about the training that he got as a little child. Pietro was trained to be like a killer machine. His training could be likened to that of Black Widow, if only that character was real.