Pete Marino Novels & Stories

Author’s POV “And you are Michelle Manganiello son,” Max stated, looking right in Pete’s eyes. “So you know…” Pete says, visibly ashamed. “Of course I know!” Max said furious. “You fucking piece of shit!” and he wants to grab Pete by his neck and beat him but Meredith stops him. “Give me your phone, Pete” “His name is not even Pete!” Mark, or Judah or what his real name is yelled. Meredith just looks at Pete and reaches out her hand for his phone, and Pete gives her all that she wants.

The thought that someone could plan to dismiss her life without permission…. "And you," Chief Peterson continues, his voice steady but stern, “Don't think you can easily evade the consequences of your actions. Even if you choose not to disclose Vinnie's whereabouts, rest assured, we have the means to find him. “With his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, Peterson maintains a calm demeanor, attempting to intimidate Marco into revealing the truth. Martinez, however, is barely holding back his rage. “You think that's a valid excuse?" he interjects, his voice rising.

Cain scoffs and Gene glares at him, his eyes rimmed with unshed tears. "You may not have liked your father, but I knew him my entire life. You have no idea who he was or what he did, he was the best man I have ever known and he did not deserve the life he was handed. He should have had your mother by his side, he loved her…" Gene stops and clears his throat before continuing. "I would like to officially give notice of my wish to retire, now Abaddon is gone, I would like to spend the rest of my life quietly with my mate. I am happy to help train the next Beta when you choose them, but I request that you do so quickly, I only stayed on this long because Abaddon was my best friend."

“That she is more than just a pet of the Romano family. That she’s known Christian Romano since he was a child – a sentimental connection, but a strong one.” I stare at him, shocked because…because how the hell would he know that? No one knows that. Bonetti’s brows go up too as he glances over at me, processing the information. But there’s not much time to think on it, because it doesn’t seem to change Marino’s determination at all. No, before I know it, Marino’s crossing the room to me, leaning down to stare me in the eyes. “What did you do to my son?” Marino says in a harsh hiss, the words slipping dangerously between his teeth.

He was holding the knife with the golden handle as if it were his possession rather than using it to eat as everyone was. “See that man over there?” Giovanni’s said, his voice low. “The one who’s too relaxed, but his fingers are always touching the knife like it’s part of him? That’s Pietro Marino. He runs the rackets in Verona. Killed a man once just because he reached for the wrong breadbasket at dinner.” I blinked, glancing subtly in Pietro’s direction. He looked ordinary enough until you noticed his movements, the way he scanned the room like he owned it. He looked just as cool as Giovanni, but I knew behind every calm exterior lay a dangerous man.

" I can see what you have for us is something important judging by the way you are talking" " Yes' ' Pete replied, " I used to be a lover of Mr Sabastian's wife Kathleen". " What?" Monroe's eyes opened in surprise, even the staff gathered around the interview room were all shocked and in a moment, the views on the interview began to increase just because of the statement Pete had made. "Can you be more specific?".

I couldn't hold back my tears, I was crying for Eric, for his mom and how heavy my heart felt. "She passed away that night and nothing was ever the same." Eric hiccuped. "Marino was like a dog with two dicks. He slept with anything that walked. He was married back in Spain. He would travel a lot as Pair request of his job as a pilot. On his days off he obviously had some time to bring harlots and streetwalkers back to his hotel. That's when he met my mom when she was a second year college student. I guess things changed and he only wanted to be with her but never did he inform her of his status. I presume he caught on it after I was born because I don't have it."

“Ok, I will, don’t let mum tell her about her brother, let me speak to her first.” The Anti Terror Squad pulled away and Pete led an extremely shaken Paul to the end of the street. “Who are you?” he asked Pete curiously as he struggled to keep up with the giant. “No one important, it looks like I am your new brother in law though.” Pete shot him a smile. “I’m Pete MacGregor by the way.

It seems she found out that Marco killed her father to take over the family business, and because Hela is an heiress, having her dead would make Marco take control of the company. I was invited to the charity gala to discuss her behavior and take anything as evidence against Marco. I didn't have a date, and Myles was away. Kendall and Gunnar are into fancy parties, so I could only think of Pete. Pete Santiago is an outside operative informant working under Odin. He's the same age as Myles, but the difference is that he loves to dress in women's clothing. Pete owns a big-shot salon and fashion icon in Los Angeles, and spends time with celebrities. He had a thing for Myles and tended to tease

He whispered menacingly, and I instantly knew he was trying to goad Marcelo. "Would be a shame if you are unable to keep them alive." I saw Marcelo panic at his insinuation, but he was quick to hide it behind a sneer again. "What do you want, Pete?" He asked, taking a step closer. Pete's grin widened, as he shoved me aside. He slowly took off the glove from his right hand, to reveal something that made my breath stuck in my throat. He had a bionic arm; an indication that he must have lost his real arm somehow.