Peter X Nico Novels & Stories

Peter greeted taking a seat on the only empty seat available. " Gentlemen, this is my friend I told you about, Peter Maxwell, " Joe said about his friend. The older gentleman who looked to be in his seventies with piercing laser brown eyes looked intently at Peter. " Your friend here tells me that you require our services. " Peter gulped and turned to his friend with a question as to who the man is in his eyes. " This is Percy Smith, owner of Dabomb corps, " Joe answered. Peter frowned. " Never heard of you guys. "

Hendrick should have known the consequences of his actions, but he chose to sell his pride for money. "Here we are. This is your house, right, Peter?" Peter had been daydreaming since the beginning. He still couldn't believe that his favorite senior would betray the police force. Peter turned his head with a gasp, and replied, "Ah, yes, right." He smiled awkwardly, then unbuckled his seat belt. "Thank you for taking me home, Chief. Detective Noel, I'd like permission to get off first. Again, thank you." Peter opened the door, but before he could get out of the car, Nicholas held him back. "Peter!"

Peter acted like a shield,a source of comfort to Antonio. “Yooo, wassup”. Antiono said giving out his hands for a handshake. Peter smiled, he was used to Antiono's constants visit. “Let's go in then”. Peter said holding the groceries he bought that morning like something really important was inside the bag. Antiono locked his car. He followed Peter in. Peter’s house was amazing ,to Antiono it felt like a comfort zone. The only problem Antiono had with Peter was with Women. Peter had the best ideas with women but he never believed in true love. Peter never saw any reason why a guy would leave all those beautiful ladies on earth, just for one lady. It felt like selfishness to him.

I asked the gathered family. Peter raised a hand. We all looked at him. He dipped his head towards Nik. "Glad to meet you in the flesh, Cavalletta. I'm Peter." He looked at me. "I could do some searching on the NYPD databases. See if there's something else at play here." Nik smiled. "Hi Peter. Call me Nik." Peter looked at me first. I sighed, nodded. "But outside of our facilities, she's Cavalletta." Everyone nodded.

Peter: gone have fun He helped me settle in, I was embarrassed Me: why did you do that Peter: because I wanted to see you again Malèna He has one of his ways of pronouncing my first name, slowly he accentuates the è it's strange Peter: And since you told me you didn't like going out . Me: it was a polite way to say no to you Peter: ah .. Me: but we're here, tell me a bit about yourself .. Peter: what do you want to know Me: Do you like being a gangster ?! He laughed Peter: you are not afraid of anything Me: why should I ?! Peter: I'm not a gangster, I'm a business man Me: what are you doing ?! Peter: I have nightclubs and a restaurant Me: what restaurant ?!

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

Luca says not looking at me. I huff and continue to clear away the lose rubble and debris "He has her I don't no why he doesn't just accept her and leave me alone" Luca hums as if agreeing with me before saying "He throw her out his window" With a snorted laugh I shake my head not believing him. "Look Harper, Nixon is a complicated guy and I'm not going to stand here and tell you what you should do." Luca says pushing off the wall "but what I will tell you is that right now he has half of his best warriors out here looking for"

I fire back at him. Peter doesn’t appear fazed, but his eyes streak with outrage. “I’m beyond any doubt that state of mind will get you distant around here, Nyx,” he tells me, his voice trickling with mockery. “You know, considering it’s the as it were thing you have going for you. No one would need to take you besides. I’d or maybe fuck my hand.” “I’m beyond any doubt you’re a master at that,” I resort.

A middle-aged man with brown hair politely nodded at me. "Alpha Aidan, I’m Peter, a private investigator hired by Luna Freya."

Peter asked me in a rather calm voice. “He had this tattoo on his thumb – a python that wrapped a sword with its mouth wide open.” “F*ck it. Definitely a gangster sh*t!” Peter lowered his head as he brushed his hair backward with his fingers. “Also had this manly voice and tobacco scent.” “Just like Jace!” Peter scoffed before he got up on his feet. "I need to go and clean up the car before someone else sees it. And if Jack sees it, that's a done deal because he won't mind seizing the car till further notice."