Marvel Pietro Novels & Stories

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

“I don’t know why you’re friends with him. He’s weird. ” “How is he weird?” “Just look at him.” Fernando keeps running but I keep staring at Eduardo. As I approach him, he gives me a shy look and fake smiles. “Did you see the Age of Ultron trailer?” I ask. “Yeah. It looks awesome. I can’t believe Ironman and Hulk are going to fight.” “Yeah but Hulk is definitely being controlled.” “Obviously. By Scarlett Witch.” “How do you know?” “I just know.” There’s a small pause.

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.”

I was angry at myself for kissing Natalie. I was angry at her for kissing back. I was angry at Diego for interrupting us. I stared at the troubled expression on Diego’s face and immediately realised that whatever he was going to say next would only get me more upset. “Alpha Vincenzo has been killed “, he said.

“I came here because…because no one really knew Pacino here…” I trailed off when I saw the look in his eyes, there was sorrow there but there was also hesitation. “What is it?” I asked. Pietro took a deep breath and relaxed on the chair, closing his eyes. That was his thinking position. I remembered it. “Senór Pietro.” He opened his eyes now and looked at me directly. “Your papa,” he said, his voice low, almost breaking. “Your papa… he did something here. Something that made enemies, powerful enemies.”

“Raffael.” I turned to see Pietro, one of my capos. Pietro was a loyal man and a good friend. He was sharp as a blade and just as ruthless. He stopped a few feet away, nodding toward the lifeless body at my feet before shifting his gaze back to me. “Everything taken care of?” I asked, my voice casual, as if we were discussing something as mundane as the weather. “Yes, capo. The shipments are on schedule. We haven’t encountered any more issues since the last... adjustment.”

Pietro near one of the windows --- Pietro can go home now, I'm the one who's going to finish this training-- I finish talking by slapping Scarlet's ass. She grumbles and punches my back, (as if it hurts)-- I think ironically Mr. Pietro leaves the room with an amused look, amused by our scene. --- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DENIEL JACKSON MARTIN?-- he asks angrily, but wait, wasn't I supposed to be the one mad?

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

He stalked from end of the room to the other, muttering the question over and over again. Because I'd wanted to torture the bastard to within an inch or his life. But Pietro was right, I should have put a bullet in his skull and saved us this trouble. “I'll find them. Stop that fucking pacing, it's dizzying.” I snapped back, glaring at the back of his head. The house was swimming around my head as I dialed Marco again. He didn't answer again. “Shit, Vector could kill her,” Pietro said. He stopped, his chest heaving with one stagnant inhale after the last. “Vector was working with Alberto.”