Pietro Avengers Novels & Stories

"You must be Ivan Bolkonsky's kid. You got some balls. Tell him he just made an enemy out of Gregor Petrosyan!" "Fuck off." Damien gave him one more kick to the jaw, dislocating it. He didn't care who the son of a bitch was. He only had Sally's best interest in his mind. He promised to protect her and that's exactly what he did. "Nice work, tovarishch. You almost destroyed that zadnitsa's face! Pozdravleniya!" said Pietro, the smallest but the sneakiest fighter out of all of them. Damien laughed. "Spazie."

Without looking at those creatures even once, he shifted back to his human form and quickly put his clothes on. “Is your wolf happy?” He asked Charlotte. “Yeah…she is very happy!” Charlotte replied while laughing and hugged him. Azraiel clutched her to him tightly, his gut telling him that this is the moment. Matt! Kira! Now! He mindlinked his Beta and the head warrior. He didn’t turn his head towards the sound even though he clearly heard it. He never once glanced in the direction of those creatures but he knew very well what was happening there.

My mind swirled with countless questions. “Are you saying Dante mistreats women?” The question tumbled from my lips, eyes glinting with a mix of fear and curiosity, fixed on Pietro like the bright stars above. Pietro regarded me with pity before humming thoughtfully. Taking a step closer, he closed the gap between us. “I’m not sure how to explain this,” Pietro began, capturing my undivided attention. “Dante is a formidable warrior, a businessman, a Viking, a Viking mafia. But there’s one thing he isn’t,” he paused, meeting my inquisitive gaze. “He isn’t affectionate, especially towards women. He sees women as mere objects for men’s pleasure or as toys for their satisfaction, nothing beyond t

“I’m sorry. I was tired.” “It’s okay,” Pietro said. “Gear up for round two. I’m Pietro De Luca, by the way” “I’m Rosaline.” Her brows pressed. “Round two?” “We’re at our Pa’s. He wants to see us,” I clarified. Straightening in the seat, she managed, “He must know what we’ve done.” “Every fucking syndicate knows. The entire world does, but who cares?” Pietro shrugged. “You’re in a place where no one would dare question your choices or call you names behind your back.”

Cheng chuckled softly “Cheng how did you end up here” Roman asked again “How did you two know Bernard?” Cheng asked back, Roman showed Cheng the number on his neck and Lucas did the same “You are just like me and you too” Cheng quickly identified his lab mates, or isn’t that what they were even if they’ve never met “I’m an Alpha werewolf and he’s a chimera” Roman explained further “What are you?” Lucas asked “I don’t know…. Bernard wanted me to become his beast but I obviously didn’t qualify and now I’m somehow here” Cheng shrugged

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

Not yet. “Everyone calm down,” I said, surprised at how steady I sounded. “There’s more going on here than you know, Chen. Pietro’s the key. His ‘old sins’ aren’t just personal—they’re the linchpin of the whole operation.” Pietro lifted his head, face ashen. “Luca… please…”

“You can't do that. You can't destroy the Romano empire. Your uncle and I did so much to get the empire to where it is today," Chase lifted a brow. “Including sending me off to him to get fucked up in the name of a dammed training?" "Don't say it like that!” Pietro’s breathing became heavy. “You- you-," Tears blurred his eyes and he began to gasp for breath. “What-," He gasped, flailing his weak, fragile hands up in the air. “It was for-," "Fuck, pops," Chase stood up and rushed to a drawer in the room. He opened it and brought out a drug and hissed as he walked to Pietro. “You really want to die early, right? You haven't been taking your damned drugs!"

[Find her. Already moving before the order finished. Another shot echoed upstairs. Ciro’s jaw locked hard enough to hurt. The room blurred around the edges as his brain started calculating distances, exits, timings. Bathroom corridor. Second floor. Too long. Too far away from him. A man rushed toward him speaking quickly in Italian about rival crews and targets and routes— Ciro grabbed him by the throat mid-sentence. “Non mi importa,” [I don't care] he said. Quiet.

Beta Pietro adjusted well on his chair. "I just need you on my side that's all, is that too big of a request?" Beta Pietro adjusted his chair again on hearing Prince Draven's request. "You know I am one of the king's men, I am not allowed to be on any prince's side." Beta Pietro cleared his voice. "But you broke those rules centuries ago by siding with my father." Beta Pietro stayed quiet at his words, not knowing how to defend himself. "I will revolt if you don't come to my side," Prince Draven added. "I'm sure you don't want that happening."