Peter Attia Novels & Stories

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

Dianthe glanced at him and smirked. ”The hell with that woman! Son of a gun, he is making me insane!” Atty. Garette was fuming when he called one of his best buddies, Atty. Paolo. The roar of laughter of Atty. Paolo was really that pesky. “Dude, I am giving a grade A+ to Dianthe. No other woman did that to you hahaha.”

Matteo easily carried her to the empty bedroom, and watch as Peter took off her shoes and unzip the back of her dress. "Go now, I'm changing her to looser clothing. I'm gay, okay?! I've seen her naked ass so many times already." Peter said to Matteo as the underboss glare at him for what he thought was an inappropriate attitude from Peter's side. But he didn't budge, he just turns around and said that he was to be with her twenty-four seven. While in reality, he just basically didn't trust anyone at the moment. Not even her so-called gay assistant.

Taking out a red lipstick, she applied it on. "I am going to get my life together and make them all regret treating me like trash," she swore, a smile stressing her beauty. Walking down the empty street, Alissa was startled by the honk of a vehicle behind her. She pulled herself from the road and watched the Maybach come to a screeching stop. The door opened, and a handsome man came out from it. She blinked her eyes twice, rubbing them. "Peter?" Peter, now standing tall and confident, lunged out in a well-tailored three-piece suit, his features more sharpened than before. He gave off a powerful aura. Peter advanced towards her, a smile springing to his lips.

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

Donovan continued to read the note, his eyes scanning every word. '- I call you Papa because you have always been my provider as well as my protector. I also call you D because it feels intimate and close, a name just between us. And when I fall out of line, I call you Sir because that's your rule, and this is the part that I am most afraid of.

Fathia said, “how old are you?“ Peter asked, “I will be twenty next two months” Fathia retorted, “did you and Fred have problems?“ Peter asked, “we don't have any problem, but what I remembered, on that faithful day, he called my cousin and her fiancee, and told us that he was traveling to America on a business trip, and he paid me sum of four hundred thousand naira which Is six months salary in advance, that was all, and since then I haven't set my eyes on him, but I heard that he didn't travel to any America, he only relocated to another house” Fathia explained,

There was no denying his strong presence, distinct from Maria's—more akin to that of a tough mafia boss who was difficult to get along with and quick to resort to violence at the slightest provocation. Compared to Harry's refined appearance, my athlete-like build, Peter leaned towards a rugged type who clearly enjoyed fitness. His physique was just right, not overly muscular. He had a neatly trimmed beard, and he wore a white shirt and suit pants. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing tattoos on his arms, adding to his overall rugged charm. "Neil, come back with me, come home," Peter Black called out to Neil across the distance, even though from our seated positions he couldn't directly see