Pete Marino Novels & Stories

Pete is very respectful guy. “Sure,” Mariah replies with a warm smile. “Let me introduce myself first as I didn’t get a chance to do it yesterday. My name’s Pete, people also call me Technophile Pete,” he laughs awkwardly which Mariah finds funny and lets out a chuckle. “I guess then you probably know everything about me already but let me introduce myself properly. I’m Dr.Mariah.” Pete laughs when he hears her call him Techno Pete. Pete likes her not because she is a doctor but because she helped Adam knowing that he’s the one who put her through this all. Pete respects Adam a lot, he would happily sacrifice his life for him.

“Martina Marino.” “Very cute name.” “Yes. Cato loves it.” I rubbed my hand across my stomach. “You’ve known Cato for a long time. Anything interesting you can tell me about him?” “I don’t know him as well as I thought I did.” “What does that mean?” “Well…” He finished placing the sugar cookies on the baking sheet before he carried them to the oven. They were cut out into candy canes, sleighs, and reindeer. He took off the oven mitts and returned to me. “If someone had asked me if Mr. Marino would settle down with a woman, I would have said no. If someone had asked me if Mr. Marino would have a family, I would have said no too. He’s turned into a man I never thought I would meet. So, in the e

I push back from the desk and follow him to the kitchen. We fill our plates and take seats around the kitchen table, with Pete setting a mini tablet next to him. "This is the remote control for your system," he tells me as he points to it. "I'll walk you through all the bells and whistles after we eat." Dinner talk is kept carefully devoid of my current situation, because I make a point of asking Pete about himself. "Well, let's see," he says with a grin. "I'm originally from Orlando, joined the Navy right out of high school, retired after twenty years, and here I am."

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” “You are,” I said, though my tone softened slightly. “What is it?” “I wanted to inform you that the Marino situation didn’t go as expected. He’s not interested in joining our side. For now.” “I assumed as much.” Renato Marino wasn’t the type to bend easily. “What’s your plan?” “I’ll be heading home tomorrow. It’s nearly my wedding anniversary, and I’d like to be with my wife.” A long silence hung between us, heavy enough to press against my chest. I could feel the weight of everything unsaid, every glance and thought bouncing in the space like static electricity.