Peter Parker Suit 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.

I replied. Peter Banducci extended his hand. A firm grip. Too warm. His suit was Italian-cut, naturally. Crisp blue with subtle pinstripes, the kind men chose when they wanted to look expensive without appearing loud. His cufflinks gleamed discreetly. His shoes had no scuffs. But it was the eyes—gray, quick, measuring—that told me the suit was a costume. I gestured toward the seats. “Please, make yourself comfortable.” Peter settled across from me, elbows resting lightly on the table. He looked around the room as though he’d been here before.

Not only was he going to make it fail, but he was also going to make her feel bad for it! Britney controlled her anger as she looked at Tyler’s car driving away. She then stomped the ground and cursed, “Crazy… They’re all crazy!” “I told you. Don’t make any moves without thinking it through.” Peter appeared, wearing a thin khaki jacket with a white t-shirt inside. His clothes were perfectly neat with not even a hint of folding. However, the expression on his face was extremely cold. He had one hand in his pocket, and the other massaged his neck.