Peter X Miguel 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.

The last statement pleased Miguel The young man had finally been able to give a reason why he should consider him. Indeed,he needed a young and smart guy like the one standing before him to push drugs for him. “ what is your name young man”asked Miguel.“James… James Williams sir”. Said James with relieve because he knew that he had succeeded. “ hop in James” said Miguel with a smile.

Miguel was the most handsome amongst them as he had earlier had his hair sprayed with grey and styled it in a fauxhauk pattern. He wore a black leather jacket which reveals his six pack abs coupled with a Cuban curb chain link necklace which hung around his neck. "Damn, I can't wait for this mission to be over before I start clubbing again" he said as he scanned the three hot girls who were walking into the club. "Hey, Xabi is calling," Pedri said. "Come in, our Target is here" Xabi said from the Bluetooth device "Got it" Pedri responded and hung up.

He could see it on his face, that it won't stop without having to face him. “It's okay, Jay,” he interrupted. “Let him in.” The guard freed the male's arm and allowed him in as ordered. The man straightened his back and fixed his clothes in a smug way. “And you are?” Miguel asked. “Huh! So you don't know me?” Started he. He arched a brow at his retort. “Let me introduce myself again, Mr. Saavedra. I am Fred Delos Santos, son of the former Magsaysay Counselor Wilfredo Delos Santos.”

Stephan clenched his fists and started raining punches on Miguel. “What are your partners’ names?” Stephan demanded. “I… Don’t… Know,” shouted Miguel in pain. His cries were echoing through the arena. Michelangelo didn’t want to be there. He didn’t like torture. The way Miguel was crying was making him flinch. Then again, he was torturing Renata and was feeling nothing, then why was he feeling for a stranger? “He is captured and still trying to hide his people’s identity. So loyal,” chided Vicktor.

“Pretty name for a pretty lady. Jordan isn’t giving you any trouble, is he?” Fernanda chuckles, glancing my way. “No trouble at all.” Peter smiles widen like a bloody twat and I resist smacking him upside the head. “Good, good. Wouldn’t want my boy here scaring you off.” “My name is Peter Volkov, but you can call me Peter.” Fernanda nods. “I remember you, Peter, it’s nice to meet you again, Peter. How is your daughter?” "Astrid," Peter smile brightly. Proudly even "Oh, she is fine."

The man with the solid forehead frowned. "Call me Miguel," the man who seemed to know Dominik's expression concluded. "Okay, Mr. Miguel, I hear you've been at PT Samudra Biru for a long time," Dominik asked matter-of-factly. The man who was called Miguel sighed softly. He seemed to be under pressure when it came to the PT Samudra Biru that the handsome man in front of him was referring to. "I've been around since PT Samudra Biru was a small company," Miguel replied.

He rushed to the boy's side, grabbing his lifeless body as it dangled in his arm. I placed back the gun in my trousers and walked out of the house. Xander's screams and cries were like music to my ears. In a few minutes, we were on our way back from Xander's hideout. Xander was Miguel's consigliere, who was the former Capo dei Carpi of New York. When I came to the Gratva cartel, as an underling, Xander was one of the feared men. On the night I laid claim on the capo seat and challenged Miguel for a duel, Xander thought it was the usual, an underling biting the finger that fed him.

Miguel said. "Nah, I'm not.. you are the one who's gonna regret it, I'm kinda piting you because you are gonna rut in jail for being such a jerk"His father said and the cops took him away. ****** Location: Somewhere In Mexico. Xavier,the leader and owner of a big scandal business,sat on his chair with comfort. He was smoking his tobacco and was also drinking a bottle of liquor. "Get the jets and ship we are heading to California tomorrow to accomplish our plan"Xavier said.

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.