Peter Parker Jobs Novels & Stories

He desperately asked. "I have sent you her location on the phone. Check it out." "Okay, thanks, Marco. I will speed up the process of transfer and make sure you have your property papers in your hand by tomorrow evening." He asserted. "Your welcome, bro. Just don't reveal my name if by any chance the alpha catches you." Peter laughed. Marco was also his secret spy working as a security guard. Peter purposely put him under security so that no one recognized him. Otherwise, Marco was a well known dark spy who worked illegally for money in underworld.

Shaun's bodyguards had Peter pinned to the ground. He sat there hunched over, his face blank, muttering like he couldn't process Yule being gone. Tracey hovered nearby, swatting at the guards' arms, shrieking, "Let him go! Peter's the CEO of PF Corp! Do you even know what'll happen if you hurt him?" Shaun let out this icy laugh, totally unimpressed. "CEO? Please. He wouldn't even have that title if I hadn't handed it to him. Without me, he's just nothing."

Landon replied with concern. “Let me ask you something… on a personal level… do you have a stable job now?” Peter asked. “Not at the moment, Mr. Quinton. I have been working odd jobs over the last three years just to survive. I’m already in my thirties and still living like a bum. I’ve been trying to find a way out.” Landon replied, tearing up. “Landon, on account of your budding friendship with Sandra, as well as your current situation with Gary Parker, would you be interested in working as a security guard in my son’s mansion?”

"Thomas said you caught him. Who is he? Why is he doing this to me?" For a long moment, the only sound in the salon was the rhythmic, soft scraping of the cotton pad against his skin. Peter remained entirely still, his chest rising and falling beneath his wet white shirt, his gaze boring into the top of my head. "He is an operator," Peter finally said, his voice dropping into a dark, velvety octave that seemed to absorb the ambient light of the room. "An elite dark-web proxy specialist. He didn't possess the erratic, emotional psychology of an obsessed fan or an angry acquaintance, Phoebe. He was hired. He was executing a high-value contract."

“Not turn insane.” His subordinate remained silent. Peter reopened the report. One thing continued bothering him now. Dante did not have that much money. He had just gotten out of prison. No job. No assets he could liquidate quickly. So where had he gotten the funds to hire someone to do something like this? Peter’s gaze slowly deepened. “Someone is working with him.” The man immediately nodded slightly. “We believe so too.” Peter slammed the folder shut. “Find out who.” “Yes, sir.”

She also knew that if she doesn’t say anything, she will be bagged until she had nowhere to hide. “What the…?” Chloe was stunned. Everyone knew about Stars and their mysterious boss. “Wait, this is hard to process.” Chloe said. “who are you?” she turned to Peter and asked. “I am Peter,” he said as he pointed at himself in confusion. Didn’t they already do the introduction? Why was she suddenly asking who he was? “I know that. What I want to know is who your boss is and which company your work for!” Chloe said. “I work at Stars, I am the boss's assistant!” Peter said. He was still confused by all the questioning.

“He made it possible for you to live, and this is my own way of thanking him. He did all this for his mother. Why should I abandon him after getting what I wanted?” “Ava, are you hearing yourself?” Peter’s voice hardened. “Don’t be fooled by his generosity. Men like that don’t change overnight.” I pulled my hand away from his. “There’s a rumor about him being in the mafia. There’s a whole conspiracy surrounding him. I did quite a lot of research about him, and something is not adding up.” “I don’t care.” The words came out immediately. Peter stared at me. “I’m not leaving until my contract ends. Matter of fact, he has agreed to terminate my contract after one year if his mother gets well.”