Marvel Pietro Novels & Stories

You know, most people think that Mama was the one in charge here, that she was the smart one, but they had no idea how much knowledge she drew out of me. I always covered my lost grounds. I never made mistakes. Unlike most divine people like me, I could act. I’d been doing it for more than fifteen years now, acting every fucking day, and perfecting the character I’d brought to life. Pietro was the sweet, calm guy, drawing to the sidelines when it was necessary to let his golden brother, Salvatore, shine. It had always been that way.

Everything screamed money and power but his face. His face was familiar from what I could make out under the dim light, just like his voice had been so familiar. The curiosity and confusion on my face slowly paved way for clarification as an image of Pietro from years back flashed in my head. 'Shit' I cursed in my head as the face of the man seated before me clicked. "Did you miss me, Peaches?" Pietro. Pietro Giacometti. The Monster.

He continued, “Am I wrong? This land actually belongs to Giovani Beneli, and you are just a watchdog.” On the way here, Kaze had received Pietro’s background information on his phone. Pietro was working for Giovani, and Giovani once served under Draco. Pietro was infuriated by the disrespect, but he forcefully suppressed the anger. His brows furrowed as he asked, “You know my boss?” “I don’t,” Kaze said. He did not need to know someone who served under his men. “No? Are you fucking with me?!” Pietro bellowed as his expression turned vicious.

One afternoon, Marco found Pietro in his office, a rare moment of calm on his face. “Hey, Marco,” Pietro said, looking up from his desk. “Thanks for everything you’ve been doing. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Marco smiled. “Just doing my job, Pietro. We’re all in this together. And we’ll keep fighting, for Skylar and for the company.” Pietro nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude. “We will.”

“More than you think. Let’s just say I don’t enjoy seeing a woman like you crushed under my brother’s boot.” The air between us grew heavier, and I took a step back, unsure of how to respond. Was he trying to manipulate me? Or was this genuine concern? “I can protect you, Maria,” Pietro continued, his voice low and persuasive. “All you have to do is trust me.” Meanwhile, Dante sat in his study, the weight of his responsibilities pressing heavily on his shoulders. Across from him, Elpidio Enzo, his trusted consigliere, leaned forward, his expression grave.

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.”

Not yet. “Everyone calm down,” I said, surprised at how steady I sounded. “There’s more going on here than you know, Chen. Pietro’s the key. His ‘old sins’ aren’t just personal—they’re the linchpin of the whole operation.” Pietro lifted his head, face ashen. “Luca… please…”

“That sounds… intense.” “It is,” she said, rocking the pot. “But it’s also why the company is the best. Everyone works hard.” I swallowed. Hard work I could do. I can deal with stress. But working under him… That was something else entirely. Asma glanced at me again, noticing my silence. “I know you’ve heard about him before, even if you don’t admit it.” I froze slightly. “What do you mean?” I asked too quickly. She stiffly lifted an eyebrow. “Alpha Xander Marco. King of Nightmare Pack. Even humans know his name now because of his company.”

They know better than to show the Russians any form of respect. I lift my glass to my face as I watch the exchange. Pietro is foolish, arrogant, always looking for a fight, and there’s nothing he loves more than the D’amato reputation. He’s the perfect person to put the Russians in their place, remind them that they don’t belong here and they’ll never have a spot here as long as we live and breathe. From where I’m seated, I watch Ronan scoff, while his minions are bursting their veins and seething over my cousins.

“Don is stubborn, but I don’t think he will make the mistake of trusting Perez,” Yoey put in but Luciano knew his grandfather enough to know the way can easily trust people, like he still considers Macko for taking over the Siegel empire after everything he has done, Perez’s family has a long list of shady things they have done, the latest being Perez’s younger brother killing the leader of the Sokolov family and turning all the other family members to his personal works, Luciano knew he was no good but one thing he has never done is steal from other people, which is what Perez family is known for, he needed that man away from his grandfather, their family history with the Siegels wasn’t goo