Peter Greene Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Peter's pov I'm Peter Ace Carnell, a 16-year-old. I can say that I'm not that good at school, but I'm good at selling things, sports, boxing and, for my luck, I'm good at programming especially hacking. My life isn't easy. I live with my mother. I work in the Blackstone mafia as a stealer, so I steal cars, jewelry, money... Sometimes I distribute drugs and even sell them. Anyway, I was punished by the men in the mafia several times but not as harshly as the other kids working here. Once one of the leaders got really angry with me and hit me with the belt. I'm really scared of belts to the point that I don't wear one.

… Two days after he ended up having sex with someone for the first time, Peter drove out to the suburbs to race and relax with his childhood friends. Peter dashed down from the race car, his peach eyes narrowed slightly, and said to Jack: "Your level is still very low compared to mine." Jack - A talented general manager but always despised by a poor painter like Peter: “…Shit!” He went to his friends' table and sat down, comfortably resting his feet on the table, took a beer bottle, and took a sip. Action exudes liberal, carefree life. Moreover, Peter wears a very sexy-looking black shirt, the two buttons on the chest are open, revealing a sexy collarbone. People who don't know for sure will

I snuggled into his body, feeling his warmth guide me back to sleep. When Peter slept with me, I was never late for work, and this time was no different. With the end of the month coming up and the release of the next issue of the magazine, Pyotr was working hard. I did everything to help him as much as I could, but he was not always able to come home with me. He spent most of the morning busy with the editors, leaving me alone in my office. After I finished everything I had to do, I went to Halley's desk, who was bored.

one of the thugs sneered. "Leave her alone, and I am still going to f*cking hurt you." My eyes went wide at Peter's dark, threatening tone. I had known Peter for an entire year, and this was the very first time I had ever heard such raw, lethal danger in his voice. The men lunged at him all at once. To my absolute shock, Peter fought them off with ruthless efficiency, throwing brutal punches and dodging blows like he was incredibly used to street fights. Right now, he didn't look like a gentle doctor; he looked exactly like a man who worked directly for a Mafia family.